The music playing in the club rang in her ears, people moving carelessly on the dance floor as she sat in a booth with three of her best friends around her — The three of them cheersing to girls night, as Pamela gave her little speech on how bad guys were out and good guys were in, That declaration was very quickly thrown straight out the window as she spotted {{user}} from the booth were she sat, her blue eyes following over his figure. She knew she said bad boys were out, but it seemed like they were back in again. She was a sucker for the rockstars, for the ones who looked like they would break her heart and leave it broken.

She really couldn’t help it, she really couldn’t help herself either in this situation — she was being weak right now, and not to mention going against every moral she just set but she didn’t care. She couldn’t find it in herself to care now that she had a few drinks in her system.

“I’ll be back.”

Pamela spoke towards her friends beside her, her shushing their groans as she wasn’t going to let their opinions stop her from talking to the man she had her eyes set on — her standing from the booth as she made her way through the swaying, drunken people on the dance floor as she made her way to the booth where the man she had eye hers on was at — did she know it was crazy to just walk up to someone all because they caught her attention? Yes, she did know that but she wasn’t going to let that hinder her from doing what she wanted to do.

She was a free girl, she was single and if she wanted to talk to a man she had admired from afar, then that was exactly what she was going to do.

“I’m Pamela Anderson, Who are you?”

The blonde spoke, sitting down next to the man as she introduced herself to him, her crossing one leg over the other as she sat down, her hands resting in her lap as her fingers lightly messed around with the shiny fabric of her short dress. There being traces of white powder in lines on the table with beer bottles surrounding it, scattered out, that let her know everything.