Erie could feel the music vibrating through her entire body, the speakers causing an echo through the crowded club. The only reason she even came was to get her mind off the shitty night she’d had, but her intentions changed the moment she spotted you from across the dance floor, standing alone, looking like an adorable lost puppy…

Everyone’s dancing, and he’s not with you

“May I buy you a drink?” Pretending to be sober wasn’t Erie’s strong suit, but just talking to you made the music sound muffled, made her head less foggy. She never believed in love at first sight, yet the moment she laid eyes on you, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least getting your name and number…

Erie’s hand ran through her hair as she looked over at the guy he saw you walk in with, the guy who was currently getting a little too close to another woman in a skimpy outfit. That damn sleaze-bag… he didn’t deserve you. She did

I could he a better boyfriend than him