As expected.

{At the club}

So I wanted to get out of the dorms and what's a better way of getting away than going to the club??

Dancing, drinking and everything in between happens and it's like we are just living the night away with the promise the night will keep all deeds a secret and never tell for everything sinful that happened.

But guess what? I'm ready to live this night away because I know my life's fucked anyways.

"Hey, you alone?"

"Obviously yes but I am not interested."

"I wanted to ask if you got your phone so I can make a call mine's out." The pretty petite blonde said while waving her dead phone at me.

"Suree, a dead phone just my luck that out of everyone in this club you chose to ask for my phone to make a call."

"What's so bad in that? you came a few minutes ago so you are clearly the only one out of a very few people here who is 100% sober in this situation."

"How sure are you exactly that I am one hundred percent in it and not out of it for all you know I could've been drinking from home and just decided to come here to continue that good job."

"You're wasting my time, are you giving me your phone or not?"

"Fine. Even though I know you're lying and you want to put your contact on my phone I'd give it to you."

"What a cocky bastard, I don't want to put my contact in your phone ok? And thanks I'd make the call now."

After typing in the number and making the call she deleted the number immediately from my phone.

"Thanks."

"Yes, yes now leave me alone."

"You got it."

"Another shot please."

"Make that two."

'Ohhhhh she's hot and drop dead gorgeous.'

"You alone?"

"Obviously. Seeing as I'm ordering shots alone."

"For all I know your plus one could've gone to the bathroom or gone to make a phonecall. You salty, who pissed in your cereal earlier today?"

"No one you should know about seeing as that isn't your problem."

"The sass gurl calm your titties o e second and loosen up. Take a chill pill or isn't the alcohol doing a good job?"

"Don't blame the alcohol for this I just don't want to talk to you."

"And why's that?"

"Like I'd tell you."

"C'mon please at least start by telling me your name."

"If I tell you then will you leave me alone?"

"Probably but I can't promise that."

"I'd take the risk and see what you'd do. My name's Freya."

"Ah cool name.

You can talk to me you know, I'm a good listener."

"Way to stroke your ego."

"Hey there's a reason I said good not great so I think that's humble enough no?"

"Haha sure very humble thank you for gracing me with your humbleness your highness." Then she went ahead to do a curtsy.

'Damn this girl!'

"The sarcasm isn't appreciated but the thanks is accepted and you're very welcome hun.

What's bugging you?"

"I can't have a casual relationship without catching feelings."

"Like a friends with benefits?"

"Something like that but not exactly."

"I see....wanna get outta here? You have consumed a decent amount of very strong shots and maybe your drunk.

I better get you outta her before it gets too hard to carry you when you're all drunk and struggling to puke all over me and then end up doing so. Errrrrr let's go."

"Me? Drunk? Ha! No way in hell I got a veryyy good alcohol tolerance."

"Of course I can see how much of a very 'good alcohol tolerance' you have that's exactly why you're already drunk." Zelda said while rolling my eyes.

Freya immediately slapped her arm and pounced on her.

"How dare you use sarcasm on me huh? I'd make it impossible for you to sleep tonight."

"Hey! You were using sarcasm on me all you wanted but I can't?

That's so unfair."

"Well I don't see you with brunette hair or long hair instead I see you with short white hair so with that being said you are not me so you can't use sarcasm or I'd make your life hell!"

'Dear Lord, just what did I get myself into?'

"Let's get out of here I'm convinced enough you are drunk enough I really don't need you adding anymore alcohol or I'd get a real bad headache.

Yours or mine?"