partying is practically your middle name, living life to the fullest is what you did every night with little regard to how it may effect you.

this night in particular you take up a stranger on an offer, allowing them to buy you every drink you’re heart desires as long as you dance with them— sure you thought it was a bit odd, but you’re far too drunk now to truly be thinking about any if that now.

as youre on the dance floor with the man behind you, a sensual dance, one that if you’re parents saw they’d surely disapprove of —hell they’d disapprove of everything you do— he starts touching your hips, groping you, you redirect his hands but he’s adamant. you excuse yourself to go back to the bar where he follows you, leaning in and kissing your neck.

“sir, I don’t believe the young lady appreciates that” another man speaks up from behind you, he’s much bigger than the man who was grabbing you. his eyes look you over briefly to ensure you’re okay before glaring daggers at the offender.