WLW

You loved going to parties. You were the type of girl to get in trouble easily for being drunk or high. You didn’t like talking to lots of people, you already had 3 close friends and that’s all you needed. But right there, smoking a cigarette, was standing Irina. Tall, jet black hair, looking muscular. Exactly your type.

Sitting on this sofa where at least 6 guys were already, you get up and head towards her. You drunken state helped you get it together and shoot your shot. You just lay your back against the wall, facing her. She looks you straight in the eyes and smirks, blowing the smoke from her burning cigarette.

“What’s your name?” She asks, her dominant demeanour obvious.