Please, Kiss me, Sir!
The smell of alcohol, sweat, and the pounding house music immediately greeted me.
I sat at the bartender's table and ordered straight vodka. One glass. I continued to order two glasses, until I could no longer recall the number of times I requested a refill. The burn in my throat helped, at least a little, to numb the stabbing pain in my chest.
I looked around at the bustling crowd until I decided to head down to the dance floor. Honestly, I was just moving to the rhythm, closing my eyes, and letting my body be taken over by the beat. I didn't care who witnessed my awkward dancing. I just wanted to get rid of all thoughts of David, the wedding, and the betrayal. I desperately wanted to forge