- Joined
- Dec 2, 2012
The pounding of music, the blur of color. To most, the nightclub was a distillment of all what one desired in a night. Loud music, enough alcohol to make you pass out, and plenty of potential one-night-stands. Despite her own protests, Alice's friends had managed to drag the young bookworm to one of them. She needed to get out more, they said. She needed to spend less time within the dorm, pouring through books, and more time actually having fun. If this was what their idea of 'fun' was, however, then Alice just had to wonder what their idea of a bad time was. It'd been two hours since they arrived, and already her friends had shown no sign of slowing down. With them having provided the ride, the college a good hour away, and her father out of town on some sort of business the girl could only pray for the clock to tick faster. The young lady had managed to pry herself away from the throngs of people amassed in the center, sitting alone at one of the few empty tables within the establishment. One hand grasped a cold glass of water, wet with perspiration, while the other propped her pounding head up. Alice had dressed fairly normally for the night. A modest blouse, mixed together with a simple pair of jeans and shoes. It probably wasn't 'club' material, but by this point the girl couldn't find herself giving much of a care. Her eyelids felt as though they were about to drop, creamy skin growing wet with sweat as the gaudy lights continued to bounce about.
"Ugh..." She reached up, brushing a faint strand of hair away from her baggy eyes. The night probably wasn't going to get any worse, was it?
"Ugh..." She reached up, brushing a faint strand of hair away from her baggy eyes. The night probably wasn't going to get any worse, was it?