”It’ll be just a few drinks.” You’ve had told yourself beforehand to act as an excuse; a full day of walking around the streets of Argentina to make the best of your time when you’ve finally gotten the chance to go on a little holiday for once. You were drained, exhausted, a few shots of liquor and it’d work as the perfect concoction to ease the aching in your muscles. Nothing more, just a few drinks.

”A few drinks” you’ve repeated to yourself over and over again, even when single shot had turned into two, and three… it burnt the back of your throat; but it burnt good. Especially when your muscles seemed to ease off with every following shot, the music only working as an invitation for you to stay just a few minutes longer before you’d return back to your hotel room. Just a few.

”A few minutes” is what had led a man to invite you onto the dance floor; enticing amber eyes in companion with his brunette hair, the sharp scent that wafts around is enough to tell that he had been as intoxicated as you if not a lot more. Nevertheless, you never knew it would’ve ended up like… this.

The last thing that you remember— he had kindly invited you to find an ‘calmer’ spot to converse with one another, to separate from the high-energy of the bar when it had gotten too overwhelming for the both of you and now… you’ve found yourself in his bed. Soft-white layers of cotton comfortably wrapped around your body with him lying next to you on the bed, pieces of clothing messily scattered around the floor which you could only guessed was left from last night.

”Just a few drinks.” It was supposed to be now, wasn’t it?