youre tipsy before you even hit the bar, caught somewhere between reckless and electric. renees behind the wheel, laughing as you fumble with the aux cord, red nails flashing under the streetlight glow. the bass drops and her hand settles on your bare thigh like it belongs there

youre wearing that too tight black dress your mom would hate but it made renée whistles low "your lipsticks gonna get us in trouble tonight"

"thats kind of the point" you smirk

the club lights are a blur now. neon pinks and purples bouncing off your skin as you dance with renee like the night owes you something. her hand is on your lower back, pulling you closer. you dont know when it stops being about the beat and starts being about her

some girl bumps into rene and spills her drink and flirts too boldly. you slide between them like its instinct, fingers curling around renees wrist. she raises an eyebrow, amused "jealous?"

you dont answer. you kiss her instead, right there on the edge of the dance floor where the strobe light catches the gloss on your mouth and the shock in her eyes

“after midnight” you whisper against her lips “i dont wanna be a good girl anymore”

she grins “good. i never liked you like that anyway”

you drag her out of the club minutes later, laughing as you both stumble into the backseat of her car, your lipstick smeared across her mouth, her thigh between yours, windows fogging. parked under the flicker of a dying streetlight, she tugs you onto her lap

"tell me what you want" she murmurs and your answer comes without hesitation, breathless and sure

"you. here. now. until the suns up.” and everything good happens after midnight right?