(RWAC) I am looking at your face as if we never made mistakes. Breathe, take in everything - become a person that I hate.

♫ breathe - basement
 
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Wednesday:
It's the day after Christmas, and while our entire families are playing with all their new gadgets, we've decided to celebrate the last few days of 2012. (And also kick off the new year a little early... any excuse to have a few drinks, right?)
 
@rockets-and-rainbows @thunder-dollfaycee You're included in the beginning!
 
One of my favorite things about not living with my parents anymore is never having to ask anyone before I go out. I just go and no one gives a shit when I come home. After tonight, with Zola’s dad not letting her out and us helping her sneak out, I couldn’t be more thrilled that I don’t have that.
 
“You have it so easy,” moaned Kate. “No sneaking out, no rules.”
 
I shrugged, flashing her a smile. “You’re 18. You can move out, be free,” I retorted, though, I wouldn’t exactly advise it. If you came from a lot of money and could support yourself, sure, go for it. I honestly didn’t think very far ahead when I thought it’d be a good idea to move out with low funds.
 
Kate crinkled her nose at the suggestion anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about her being poorly influenced by me. Zola tossed an arm around my shoulders, doing the same to Kate, as I lit up a cigarette. “Thanks for busting me out though, guys. I would have actually died if I had to stay in tonight.”
 
“Anytime,” Kate said, giving Zola a smile.
 
“That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?” I bumped my hip against hers as we disjoined to enter the club. I made a beeline for the bar, not even checking to see if the girls were following. I figured they would, though, because I assumed that we all wanted to get some drinks in us, pronto. Looking behind me, though, they seemed to have disappeared. Either they were taking a different route or were going to dance, I didn’t know.
 
As I was nearing the bar, I was scoping out the two different bartenders, deciding which one would be easier to sway. Judging by the baby face on the blonde-haired, green-eyed twenty-something, I knew he’d be an easy one to hook. I approached him with a sultry look and said an airy, “Hey.”
 
The boy looked at me, blinking a few times as I bit my lip, waiting for his reply. “Uh, hi,” he stuttered a bit. “What, uh, what can I get you?”
 
“Whiskey sour,” I said, leaning on the bar and pushing my chest out at him, giving him a great look down my dress. He noticed, not so subtly checking out my rack, before nodding dumbly and making my drink. He pushed it towards me a few moments later and, as I took it, I made sure to brush my fingers against his. I took a long sip before setting down the glass on the bar and giving him a seductive smile. “Tastes great,” I said. “When’s your shift over?”
 
“In a few hours,” he said shakily.
 
“Come find me then,” I said simply, lifting my drink and tossing him a wink and another lip bite, before walking away. I can’t remember the last time I paid for a drink, so my streak obviously hasn’t been broken yet.
 
After making a loop around the place, I leaned against a rail from the balcony that looked over the dance floor. I was checking out the scene and also seeing if I could spot Zola or Kate anywhere. Suddenly, two arms were caging me in against the rail and I felt the warm prickle of breath against my neck as “Hey baby” was whispered into my ear.
 
I managed to twist my body around so I was facing this male head on, his face inches away from mine. He was attractive, no doubt, but had to be in his mid-thirties. Some would think that was a no go, but me? Just as good.
 
“Hi,” I said sweetly, looking up at him through my lashes.
 
“I’m Ja-“ I put my finger to his lips before he could finish.
 
“No no,” I said as I trailed my finger across his cheek, down his neck, until my hand was behind his neck. “No need for names.”
 
The man blinked down at me a few times before smirking and nodding. “Alright. Less talking, more…” His hand reached down behind me to grab my ass and he looked at my face, as if he were waiting for an objection. When he realized that he wasn’t going to get one, he smirked again before crashing his lips against mine.
 
Lovely.