On my way to the club, I exchange my trainers for smarter shoes, and my polo shirt for a black button up one over a plain white shirt. The baggy jeans... eh, they can stay. I refresh the spikes in my hair with a little bit of gel (what can I say? Back alley sex doesn't do good things to your hair) and smile at my reflection. Rosa better be bringing some hot guy friends with her. It's about time I got a proper boyfriend instead of screwing strangers in an alley.
I realize, I just made myself sound like a whore.
It's more of a rebound than anything.
Let me explain: I had this amazing boyfriend, tall, handsome, dark hair blue eyes. He looked more like a god than anyone has the right to. And then he decided he was straight... Well, you don't need to know the details, but it was a pretty messy break up that involved lots of me crying and lots of him saying "sorry".
Anyways. I'm going off point.
I get to the club a little bit early and I end up having to force myself to stay away from the bar. I've already had enough to drink this evening. Instead, I keep my eyes open, looking for Mr. Right.
So how did a drink get into my hand?
I vaguely say hi to Annie, but I'm seriously distracted by a tall skinny guy with brown hair and dark eyes walking in. Yum.
Mr. Right, meet Maxxie, the drunkard.
After a while, I return to the group, disappointed that he went off to dance with a bunch of girls. But... No harm in looking, right?
"Maxxie, your eyes are half way across the dance floor. We're over here," Rosa says, tapping me on the shoulder.