The typical brain-numbing, ear pounding music filled the oversized space of the club. Bodies packed together like sardines, awkwardly grinding against one another; Probably feeling like rudolf nureyev in their drunken minds. The faint scent of sweat and an overwhelming amount of perfume filled the place. Your heels sticking uncomfortably to the alcohol layered floor; Christ, you hated these sorts of places.

The sound of your friend’s giggles could vaguely be heard through the blaring music - a reminder of why you even allowed yourself to be dragged to these nights in the first place. Their giggles were over the top - forced if you had to say; you were worried all the glasses were gonna shatter any second now. The painful sounds leaving your friends, and the way they softened their voices, and tucked their hair behind their ears like a shy school-girl, could all be thanked to group of men that had taken it above themselves to join your group, with the promises of alcohol, and the clear interest lingering in their gazes hinting at so much more; a fact you chose to ignore.

You’d not had the same approach, infact none of them had even attempted it. It wasn’t like you lacked in any departments; you’d had plenty of attention in the past. It was just the fact that your face usually just held the look of, “talk to me and you’ll never see the light of day again”. It truly was great anti-men repellent.

You excused yourself, mumbling something about topping up your makeup. An excuse that felt pointless as it left your lips, as it reached exactly zero ears; what friends they were.

The reflection looking back at you looked just as fed up as you felt. You were just temped to make a run for it now; although they probably still hadn’t noticed your recent departure. As your eyes scanned your appearance in the dirty bathroom mirror, atleast you could admit one thing: you looked good.

Then it happened - you weren’t exactly sure what had happened, but one minute you were admiring yourself in the mirror, and the next you had a bloody woman slumped against your chest, her dazed gaze holding yours, her hands gripping onto your shoulders like you were a life line - by the looks of it right now, you were - then she spoke, her voice hoarse, but still managed to hold a hint of teasing, like the treacle of blood wasn’t dripping down her face. “Holy shit, you’re hot..”