Last night.
Here's a fic I wrote, supposedly to be of CL but I didn't mention her name at all, so I guess it could be whoever. Enjoy!
Title: Just to forget;
Characters: Unnamed protagonist
Rating Overall: NC16 for slight vulgarity.
Genre: Angst
Intoxicating music. Blinding lights. The stench of alcohol and smoke lingers on everybody, but if someone stood close enough to her, she could smell the sickening odour of sweat from their bodies. Thank god, she had enough energy to stagger out of the way whenever that happens. It was amusing to watch the people around her move. Some swayed their asses almost too gracefully for a club, subtly (or not) implying for a random stranger’s crotch up against them. It doesn't matter who was behind them, it doesn’t matter at all, because all that they need is temporary warmth and comfort, in this place that is highly filled with sexual tension. Amusing to watch these fools move hypnotically along with the beat, almost like a cult. And their god is the DJ that administers the tunes.
This won’t do; she doesn’t know why it won’t but she’s just not feeling it. She needs another drink, and so she types out ‘I NEED ANOTHER DRINK’ on her phone and shows it to her friends; she’s too lazy to scream over the music. With a slight nod, she scurries off, walking in a beeline straight to the bar. Flicking out her coupon, she orders a cranberry vodka. Not her usual, but it’s a drink she knew existed and was popular, plus she didn’t know what else to order. She could count the number of times she’s been to a club with half of the fingers on her hand. The drink slid over to her in no time at all and she took the first gulp. The taste of the said drink made her face scrunch up but it’s alright, because that wasn’t the main reason why she drank it. (And if she were to go for taste, she needed a tequila shot, not this half assed one.) She needed the alcohol to bring her up high. She needed her brain up in the clouds. She needed it to bring her thoughts elsewhere.
She took another sip. And another. And another. Till the drink was gone. Even the ice cubes. The cup, left on the bar, an emptiness uncanningly similar to what her heart feels like right now. An emptiness that could probably be filled only with another drink. Or a smoke. It seems crazy, crazy enough that before this drink, she had her favourite tequila shot and a stick of weed and yet, she’s still sane. If she’s sane enough to realize the music sucks, she’s sane enough to think rationally. And to think rationally was not what she wanted. But no, had to get a hold of herself. This isn’t the time and place to get wasted, nor the right company to. She doesn’t trust the place nor the people, but then again, you don’t really need trust to have a good time. And that was what she was having before someone placed his hand around her.
She started feeling disgusted. Questions started plaguing her mind like some sort of viral disease. What the hell is she doing here? Who’s this asshole who has his arm wrapped casually around her? Why the fuck is everything so loud? Why aren’t my drinks fulfilling their purpose? It kept coming, it didn’t stop. She wanted him right there, with her, by her, like he was during her first few times. She wanted to hold his hand, she wanted to hug him close. She wanted to nuzzle his neck, and hug him even tighter when another guy starts getting too close to her. Too close for her comfort. But then again, the reason she came out her today was to forget about him. It’s not working. Everything there reminded her of him. And she was too darned uptight to be loose, like how her friends were. “I can loosen up, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be as loose as them,” the voice in her brain screamed out loud.
It was enough, she had to go. Nothing was working. With a simple wave and hug, and a highly reluctant smile, she grabbed her bag and walked off. Walked out of the place they ever had memories in. Memories she tried to erase by creating new ones. A dire attempt to clear her brain of the confusion by drinking and smoking, but those made it worse. Made it so hazy she can barely think sane as she got on a cab home. The cab ride was a nauseating one. Her motion sickness heightened from what’s in her stomach mixed with the dizziness in her mind. A slip of tear ran down her cheek and her throat started choking up. Fuck this.
A/N: Based on 2NE1's In The Club and 75% of what was written here did happen to me last night. The 25% included the part where I left the club alone (I left w my friends) and typing 'I need a drink', I actually typed 'I NEED TO PEE' yeap and somewhere around there and I don't know why but my english gets really flamboyant when I drink and I have this urgent need to type. Several phrases I typed while I was on the dance floor, fuck don't ask why. I just needed to type something, I am a fucking nerd like that. If I brought my laptop into the club, I'd probably be writing an entire fucking novel there. No shit. But yes, he's the fucking problem right now and I am in an emotional state of turmoil and I don't know what else to do except write this. I hope this could be an outlet for now.
The phrase in italics, I remembered it while I was on the club floor and it was from Office. A fic I read a long long long time ago.
I will have something figured out. Right after I find something to punch and crash and smash.
AND YES I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO 2NE1'S IN THE CLUB NON-STOP. CAUSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS NOW. IT FEELS SO DEEP.
Title: Just to forget;
Characters: Unnamed protagonist
Rating Overall: NC16 for slight vulgarity.
Genre: Angst
Intoxicating music. Blinding lights. The stench of alcohol and smoke lingers on everybody, but if someone stood close enough to her, she could smell the sickening odour of sweat from their bodies. Thank god, she had enough energy to stagger out of the way whenever that happens. It was amusing to watch the people around her move. Some swayed their asses almost too gracefully for a club, subtly (or not) implying for a random stranger’s crotch up against them. It doesn't matter who was behind them, it doesn’t matter at all, because all that they need is temporary warmth and comfort, in this place that is highly filled with sexual tension. Amusing to watch these fools move hypnotically along with the beat, almost like a cult. And their god is the DJ that administers the tunes.
This won’t do; she doesn’t know why it won’t but she’s just not feeling it. She needs another drink, and so she types out ‘I NEED ANOTHER DRINK’ on her phone and shows it to her friends; she’s too lazy to scream over the music. With a slight nod, she scurries off, walking in a beeline straight to the bar. Flicking out her coupon, she orders a cranberry vodka. Not her usual, but it’s a drink she knew existed and was popular, plus she didn’t know what else to order. She could count the number of times she’s been to a club with half of the fingers on her hand. The drink slid over to her in no time at all and she took the first gulp. The taste of the said drink made her face scrunch up but it’s alright, because that wasn’t the main reason why she drank it. (And if she were to go for taste, she needed a tequila shot, not this half assed one.) She needed the alcohol to bring her up high. She needed her brain up in the clouds. She needed it to bring her thoughts elsewhere.
She took another sip. And another. And another. Till the drink was gone. Even the ice cubes. The cup, left on the bar, an emptiness uncanningly similar to what her heart feels like right now. An emptiness that could probably be filled only with another drink. Or a smoke. It seems crazy, crazy enough that before this drink, she had her favourite tequila shot and a stick of weed and yet, she’s still sane. If she’s sane enough to realize the music sucks, she’s sane enough to think rationally. And to think rationally was not what she wanted. But no, had to get a hold of herself. This isn’t the time and place to get wasted, nor the right company to. She doesn’t trust the place nor the people, but then again, you don’t really need trust to have a good time. And that was what she was having before someone placed his hand around her.
She started feeling disgusted. Questions started plaguing her mind like some sort of viral disease. What the hell is she doing here? Who’s this asshole who has his arm wrapped casually around her? Why the fuck is everything so loud? Why aren’t my drinks fulfilling their purpose? It kept coming, it didn’t stop. She wanted him right there, with her, by her, like he was during her first few times. She wanted to hold his hand, she wanted to hug him close. She wanted to nuzzle his neck, and hug him even tighter when another guy starts getting too close to her. Too close for her comfort. But then again, the reason she came out her today was to forget about him. It’s not working. Everything there reminded her of him. And she was too darned uptight to be loose, like how her friends were. “I can loosen up, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be as loose as them,” the voice in her brain screamed out loud.
It was enough, she had to go. Nothing was working. With a simple wave and hug, and a highly reluctant smile, she grabbed her bag and walked off. Walked out of the place they ever had memories in. Memories she tried to erase by creating new ones. A dire attempt to clear her brain of the confusion by drinking and smoking, but those made it worse. Made it so hazy she can barely think sane as she got on a cab home. The cab ride was a nauseating one. Her motion sickness heightened from what’s in her stomach mixed with the dizziness in her mind. A slip of tear ran down her cheek and her throat started choking up. Fuck this.
A/N: Based on 2NE1's In The Club and 75% of what was written here did happen to me last night. The 25% included the part where I left the club alone (I left w my friends) and typing 'I need a drink', I actually typed 'I NEED TO PEE' yeap and somewhere around there and I don't know why but my english gets really flamboyant when I drink and I have this urgent need to type. Several phrases I typed while I was on the dance floor, fuck don't ask why. I just needed to type something, I am a fucking nerd like that. If I brought my laptop into the club, I'd probably be writing an entire fucking novel there. No shit. But yes, he's the fucking problem right now and I am in an emotional state of turmoil and I don't know what else to do except write this. I hope this could be an outlet for now.
The phrase in italics, I remembered it while I was on the club floor and it was from Office. A fic I read a long long long time ago.
I will have something figured out. Right after I find something to punch and crash and smash.
AND YES I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO 2NE1'S IN THE CLUB NON-STOP. CAUSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS NOW. IT FEELS SO DEEP.