Wild Thing

MARGAUX'S MOVEMENTS WENT WILDER as the music continued. The club was having a rave party tonight, and everybody's emotions were on fire!

The lights were blinking, and the smoke covering the place felt like boring holes in her lungs. The floor was swaying, and she could smell the mixed scent of different bodies squeezing with her while dancing through the ear-deafening music.

It was dizzying to the hilt, but she wanted it! She needed it!

After a few more minutes of power dancing, Margaux started feeling tired. Drunk and a bit high on trip, she pushed whoever was blocking her way. She didn't care about who or how big the body was or if what she did hurt anyone.

She was half-witted when she managed to reach the bar and sluggishly hang herself on the smooth table. She gave a sluggish smile to the bartender, then raised four of her fingers. "I nyid my third shot."

"Madam, that's your fourth."

"My third!" she snapped, with a sudden change in her tone. Her eyes were droopy when she raised on