Come out tonight, it'll be fun.

That's what your friends had promised you, just like how they promised to stay by your side all night. But where were they now? Now you're just left stuck in a corner with a drink you don't want at a party you had no need to be at.

The music was good but the drinks were expensive, so there wasn't even the pleasure of getting drunk at a club that was very much out of your budget, so you reside to the watered down Cosmopolitan one of the girls from your friend group had ordered for you. Time felt like molasses in the kaleidoscope of this club, strobe lights making the space behind your eyes ache, the atmosphere too damp and crowded. You were about to leave when someone began to speak to you.

Tall, sweet, and pink cheeks. He was flushed, and his accent made everything feel better. He'd noticed you from across the room, thought you looked lonely. You were. My name is Oscar. Nice to meet you. You had a passing thought in your head, you wouldn't mind having some fun with Oscar. So you did.

Busying yourself with him in the club bathroom, it was a bit reliving to hear that the music was muffled, soothing your ears and pending headache. Kissing Oscar felt nice, he was a bit sloppy, whether that was from the alcohol or just how he kissed, you didn't know. But your hands wandered, and they went up, up, up before Oscar stopped you, hands around your wrists as he pulled them away. "Um, let's talk for a second," He says softly.