Two Nights Stand

Walking into the dimmed lights this night, it would be hard to guess that one loose string, a night out, would have so much power over my life.

Alcohol, cigarettes, minty breaths and sweaty body odors filled the air, a promise of pure regrets and I wish I knew hang in the air.

I leaned forward and picked my drink. Some alcohol with flavor. Am not going to say strawberry. All girls love that and it's boring. Isn't there any metallic flavour.

Getting drunk once in a blue moon isn't bad at all. Not that I usually drink, I never do. Except the one time on a new year party.

I glance over at Cindy my roommate, her chocolate hair is tumbling on her shoulders and their are small rivulets of sweat on her forehead. Crap, she was dawning her drink in gulps. I tried to slow her down but she sent a sheepish wicked smile my way with sleepy eyes. The ciggar passed my way, I took a puff  giving it to the next person. 

I watched Cindy take the blunt and take three long puffs. Another one. She didn't drink or smoke and today she was going to blow it off. Would I be able to carry my roommate home?

I swept over the bar trying to catch a glimpse of the birthday boy before the read head next to me stood up.

I couldn't find him and instead my eyes graced on another he, Steve. He was a bit of all right,  a blessing to beauty with elegant green eyes and orbs. Not that he would ever notice me. 

He came and took the empty seat and greeted everyone at the table by name. I mean we were five girls on the same table, from the same campus, but how come he knew them all.

He's a bad boy, all the girls are fascinated by him, that's a bad sign. He turned to face me as the corners of his mouth went up in a smirk and slowly a smile then came forward and whispered in my ear above the loud music.

" How are you? I like your top," he said.

Was that really necessary?  Did he have to make sure his lips brushed my ears  causing small goosebumps all over.  Anyway I loved it.

If he wants to flirt I'll have to flirt back. I looked at my top, a see me through chiffon, perfect for the night and faced him  trying to hide my blush.

"Thank you,"I said, buttering my long eyelashes and trying to push back my obsidian black hair that crashed over my shoulders. 

Cool down don't blow it. 

" I've never seen you in any party or the club," he continues.

"Well I don't usually go to parties, I came because my best friend would feel bad if I didn't,"I replied.

"Sam was right, he told me you are strict and you don't usually talk to guys or party, "he says.

So he's been asking about me, I smile back at him flashing my pearl white teeth. That's a green light. 

Well a year ago, Sam had kissed me, I swear it was only once. I lean back to talk to him.

"I'm only strict on strangers,' I say. " An extrovert to friends and introvert to strangers."

They are popping the champagne bottle. I stand up to get a better view. It time to cut the cake and there is this birthday song booming on the speakers.

After this I'll be heading home. I glance at Cindy and she's laughing the strangest laugh I've ever heard . I don't bother about the cake. The party is dissolving, the folks are going to another club since it's early. I'll probably head home and sleep, my Friday wasn't that bad 

Cindy tries to stand up and stumbles into her seat throwing her head back in peals of laughter. Am officially screwed up. Am not that sobber I mean, there is a little alcohol in my system and I won't be able to help her.

I look around and there he is, Steve. No matter how much I try bad boys with tatoos affect me. I don't know how. I think he sees my face and hurrys up to me. Assessing the situation he offers a helping hand. Am more than grateful.

"Our apartment is not so far.."I begin.

" I know your house,"he says laughing slowly and winking.

I gaze at his kilter repair of muscles that are threatening to bust out of his skin and can't help but push my evil thoughts aside to continue admiring his magnificent  body. 

The slut in my head appears and starts thinking how good it will be to kiss his full saccharine sweet lips. Focus, focus. I repeat to myself. 

Am the girl who can imagine all types of sexual scenes, yet I've never been with an actual man. Play them in my head. Sleep with my crush in my head and move on to my next one. 

I reach the gate and look around, I mean what would my classmates say if they saw him coming in. It would be a sealed fate, I got laid. I put those thoughts aside and we get into the compound unlocking the door, we get in and I show him Cindy's bedroom where we put Cindy in bed.

Immediately she starts singing while laughing loudly, it's actually the effect of alcohol added to by smoking that she has never done before and  had to blow it the first time. I walk back to the living room and the noise is even louder. 

" How am I going to sleep," I mutter to myself.

Cindy starts another new song and we laugh even louder. He takes his phone going to record and I stop him. Knowing it will be all over the school tommorow and it won't sound good.

"Am going to the cozin to spend some time there, it's still early, we could go together, since the noise is distracting you," Steve says. 

Ozin is a famous club, it's famous with students from my campus. Am actually debating if I should go. Maybe who knows I could shoot my shot. And the noise from Cindy there is no way I'll survive it . I nod and he is thrilled. Steve holds the door, takes my hand and that's it am going out with him.

As we step into the night, he reaches over and puts his muscular big and warm arms around me. I can't help but smile. So he likes me. I look up to find him gazing at me.

"Am I missing something," he asks.

"No",

This night, I have a bad feeling about it, but I can't stop. I love adrenaline and risky stuff.  

I love testing the patience of fate and destiny, so they can take control again and steer me to their path.