And when the stars shine so bright, who wants to be alone~♬?
WHO: Emiliana and Alfred
WHEN: July 7th, 2008
WHERE: Starts at a club and ends somewhere else.
WHAT: AN UNEXPECTED, SURPRISE PLOT TWIST.
RATING: M (AVERT THY EYES, CHILDREN)
Her break up with Samuel had been anything but smooth.
Rather, it had escalated into a vicious screaming match, pushing and shoving, and bruises formed from the imprint of his too-rough grip. But it hadn't gone further than that. No, he had taken his things (her pridedignityaffection) and left, leaving her shaking in fury in the middle of the tornado swept remains of her much-too-small living room.
That had been over a week ago, though.
And in the course of that week, Emi had been left thinking of Samuel, with his sickingly sweet Texan drawl crooning into her ear, before remembering Efrain. EfrainEfrainEfrain - her heart clenched painfully. But now wasn't the time to think of those two. No, now was the time for her to ignore the heartbreak and emotional trauma in favor of letting herself be wrapped up in the catchy beats, flashing lights, and rhythmically swayinggrindingdancing bodies of the people around her.
Head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed, Emi let out a breathy little sigh as she danced, alone and ignoring the feel of the people moving beside her as her body moved in time to the music and her hand carded absently through her loose and lightly tousled hair.
Maybe she should have declined that last drink (if only because her 20th birthday was still two months away and she shouldn't have been drinking in the first place). The thought came up briefly but she shrugged it off. The club felt hotter than before, her eyesight had been the slightest bit hazy earlier, and she felt giddy. Giddy, relaxed, inebriated.
However, opening her eyes, she turned her head to the right slightly, gaze locking with a pair of strikingly blue eyes.
WHEN: July 7th, 2008
WHERE: Starts at a club and ends somewhere else.
WHAT: AN UNEXPECTED, SURPRISE PLOT TWIST.
RATING: M (AVERT THY EYES, CHILDREN)
Her break up with Samuel had been anything but smooth.
Rather, it had escalated into a vicious screaming match, pushing and shoving, and bruises formed from the imprint of his too-rough grip. But it hadn't gone further than that. No, he had taken his things (her pridedignityaffection) and left, leaving her shaking in fury in the middle of the tornado swept remains of her much-too-small living room.
That had been over a week ago, though.
And in the course of that week, Emi had been left thinking of Samuel, with his sickingly sweet Texan drawl crooning into her ear, before remembering Efrain. EfrainEfrainEfrain - her heart clenched painfully. But now wasn't the time to think of those two. No, now was the time for her to ignore the heartbreak and emotional trauma in favor of letting herself be wrapped up in the catchy beats, flashing lights, and rhythmically swayinggrindingdancing bodies of the people around her.
Head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed, Emi let out a breathy little sigh as she danced, alone and ignoring the feel of the people moving beside her as her body moved in time to the music and her hand carded absently through her loose and lightly tousled hair.
Maybe she should have declined that last drink (if only because her 20th birthday was still two months away and she shouldn't have been drinking in the first place). The thought came up briefly but she shrugged it off. The club felt hotter than before, her eyesight had been the slightest bit hazy earlier, and she felt giddy. Giddy, relaxed, inebriated.
However, opening her eyes, she turned her head to the right slightly, gaze locking with a pair of strikingly blue eyes.