Drunk v.2

"That's why you take me way past the point of turning me on."
- Rihanna ft Drake, What's My Name

On Friday, there was supposed to be a dance at school, but it was cancelled due to the blizzard. I went over to Love's place, and Spark (her roommate) and I both wanted to go out and party anyway, but Love didn't want to go anywhere until Prince texted her and told her he would let her into the club for free if we went. So I borrowed Love's boots and dress, and Spark's make-up and perfume. I also straightened my hair a bit; I was entirely not myself when we went out.

I knew the guy working the coat check and he let me in for free - he did the same at my birthday. I love him. Not really. But it's very convenient. Haha. Spark bought us drinks and shots. I lost count of how many shots I had that night. I definitely had a lot. I had so many that I sent Wrecking Ball a text that said, "SsssiiinAnt sssshttss u misssb outt3" which translates roughly to, "So many shots you're missing out!" I also sent him several texts that were completely unintelligible, but were in fact me asking him for sex. I am so glad they didn't make any sense. When my drunk texting skills improve, I will really have to try to censor them better.

I felt sick at one point, so I told Love and Spark I was going to step outside. They told me they were actually going to switch clubs, so we ran outside without our coats on. We were stumbling through the snow, freezing cold, laughing at our stupidity. "Wait, guys!" I said when we were halfway there. "My ID is in my coat!" They decided to go ahead without me while I ran back. When I got inside, though, I realised it would be really stupid and risky to walk to the other bar, drunk and alone downtown. I texted Spark (since she was less drunk than Love) and said I was going to stay there. She and Love had to come back anyway so we could take Prince home with us.

I danced alone for a few minutes when I noticed a guy standing less than a meter away. I shuffled a little closer, and he did the same. Next thing you know, we were dirty dancing together. It was pretty great. I remember that he smelled like cigarettes - a scent that always turns me on. He had one hand on my waist and the other up near my shoulder, his fingers in my hair. He pulled it gently, and I gasped involuntarily. Unfortunately, the guy was perceptive, and he kept tugging my hair as we danced. I was feeling crazy. I sent Wrecking Ball another incomprehensible text asking for sex - "Usdjkrelylaterfecudha,dcsxxxxllol" I really don't know why there weren't any spaces in that message - the comma was supposed to be a space, I guess.

I later referred to the guy as Mr. Molestey, because I had decided to escape him and went to the bathroom. When I came back, he showed up behind me, and as he danced behind me, he put one hand on my breast and reached for my crotch with the other. Thankfully, Love and Spark were back at this point, so I broke away from him to go home with them. By this point, it had been decided that Gaga was going to come home with us as well.