𝓥𝒶𝓂𝓅 by ❦Rayyy❦ at Inkitt

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔖𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥

𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔵𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢

ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔵𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔰

𝕴 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱

𝕴 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢

𝕴 𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔰𝔪

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔭

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝕴 𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔫

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I wake up to the sun caressing my bare feet as they twist and crack, relaxing with the rest of my stirring body. I can feel the crust covering my eyes as much as I can taste the rancid rum on my tongue from last night.

I drank too much.

This is immediately emphasized when I twist my head slightly to the side and feel the oncoming of a massive headache. Shit.

I drank way too much.

I close my eyes for a few minutes before getting the courage to rustle with the silk sheets that are not mine. My body is bare, and I start to remember whose bed I am in with a slight inhale-exhale coming from my right.

I steadily let my feet touch the ice-cold wood and get up from the bed. My movements are at a snail's pace, not only because I don't want to wake up the sleeping body next to me, but because my stomach churns with every action.

My neon green thong sits upon the oak dresser, folded nicely with the rest of my costume from last night. I slip the items on, opting to hold the cowboy hat in my hand, afraid of the small action to short-circuit my brain. These movements only cause the body in the room to twitch, but I decide not to test my luck with the conjoined bathroom. I'll hold it until I get back home.

I'm not ready to have a conversation with him.

I pick up my heels and my purse before quietly leaving the room.

The bedroom door leads to a kitchen and a common area, where two men instantly look up from their positions on the ottoman and couch. Just my luck.

"Hey," The blonde buzz cut guy speaks first, surprise evident in his wide eyes.

I nod with an awkward smile and wave of the hand.

"I can't believe it, Alex really did it." The redhead mutters excitedly. My face contorts, but I decide to keep my mouth shut. I turn around and leave the apartment without looking back at the slack-jawed men.

Outside of the club, I try to keep my distance. Inside and at night, I'm a completely different person.

I like to think we are fraternal twins, but my body always ends up being my body at the end of the day, whether it's Pandora dangling or ...

After being blinded by the light outside, I task myself with leaving the complex and finding an area where I can call a Lyft close by. As I wait, I look in my bag for my cigarettes and light one up, checking my phone and then social media to see what I missed from last night.

I see videos and pictures from the club promoter, and smirk at the amount of likes and reposts. The caption tagged me and a few of the other girls at the club, and I like it before deciding to put my cowboy hat on now that my brain seemed to settle.

My ride arrives, and the drive is short, accompanied by the occasional curious eyes in the rearview mirror and muffled talk radio.

Back in my loft, I am greeted by my baby, excitedly panting and yipping at my feet. I pick Bunny up before locking the front door and dropping all my shit in the main entrance.

I'll pick it up later.

I carry Bunny into the kitchen as I grab some beet juice and head to my bedroom. I shut my blinds, and as I finish my routine of peeing, showering, and icing, I fling myself into my cotton-sheeted bed. Bunny already tucked into the corner by my feet, I feel comfortable enough to close my tired eyes.

I want to sleep the entire day, but I know I have a shift tonight. So I set my alarm for half the time, setting up an extra one just in case.

My phone plugged in, I see a message light up my screen.

'Last night was great. When can I see you again?'

I sigh and decide to answer it when I am up. Hopefully, awakening to the sunrise of the pale blue moon.

When my day really begins.

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Author: Rayyy_Ifwu3