ROSE P.O.V.
They were so close just inches apart. Lorenzo is wearing a black t-shirt, this is the first time I'm seeing him wearing a short sleeve, allowing his perfectly built arms to be seen but the most attractive part were his tattoos that were now clearly visible on his pale skin.
On the other hand Shyla was, as usual, wearing her short shorts with a tank-top, her short blonde hair properly straightened. I see her tracing her fingers with those hideous crimson fake nails across Lorenzo's arm, then she grasped his hands and cupped them on her small waist. As if that was not enough for her, she then closed the distance between them and wrapped her hands behind his neck. He whispered something in her ears and she smirked. She fucking smirked!
Of course, he would be saying something romantic in his delectable Italian accent and language in her ears. The thought itself made my stomach churn.
"Grace, I need to leave", she saw where my gaze was fixed at and squeezed my hand,
"It's okay, but do you know the way back to the dorm?"
"Yes" I replied shortly, making my way to the exit but then a thought came to my mind which made me turn back.
Why am I leaving my enjoyment for a stranger, I can enjoy my life and he can enjoy his. Whatever he chooses to do or whoever he chooses to dance with. We just met two days ago, why am I having this feeling of betrayal? I shouldn't!
Going back I lean on the bar, my curls lying over one shoulder and going down the side of my silky dress. The bartender was there to take my order in a flash.
"Give me the best one here" I ordered my voice seriously cold. He takes my order and then goes back to his work. Within a few minutes, he's back with my drink in a small glass. My eyes stared at the swirling liquor, it's foul smell burning my nostrils making me scrunch my nose. I start with a small sip, it feels hot and burns my tongue all the way down my stomach.
"What is it? It tastes horrible!" I instantly regret my decision.
"Rum" the bartender replied, the name itself sounded so horrendous.
My eyes went back to my drink at hand and this time I just gulped it down in one go not letting myself think too much. By the time I was on my third drink I could feel the alcohol dancing in my veins, growing more and more with every new drink.
Spinning my gaze towards the direction of the dance floor I noticed 'them' still dancing. But this time the 'drunken me' overpowered the 'sober me'. I made my way to the dance-floor and started swaying my body to the beats. Music to me was like turning back the clock, traveling, and returning to a previous life full of agony and loss. I embraced the music and in turn, the music took control. I found myself in a different world.
My movements flowed smoothly in a dazzling graceful enough to take away the breath of every person in the audience especially, Lorenzo. I could feel my soul become one with the music, closing my eyes I unleashed my emotions into my dance. I needed this, as badly as I needed to breathe.
Dance was something that I'd loved during my school days, the music itself made me go crazy. I was always the shy one but today the 'drunken me' wanted some spiciness in her life. But then again I had the urge for another glass of drink so I went to the bar-tender and ordered him to give me the same drink that he gave me last time. When I raised my heavy eyelids at the sight of Shyla getting closer to Lorenzo again, I saw him remove his hands from her back but she didn't let him go. This was enough to raise my already bubbling anger.
I made my way over to the duo with my glass of 'Rum' and tipped the liquor all over Shyla's perfectly done make-up face. The look she gave me was definitely worth a million dollars.
"What the hell!" she yelled, on the other side Lorenzo just casually leaned at the corner with his fucking smirk. Shyla was about to attack me when she slipped due to the liquor on the floor with a 'thump'.
"Stop being such a whore!" I said.
Leaving her to fend for herself I returned to my stool near the bar. A man taking a seat next to mine caught my attention. Looking at him I thought, I know the real show has now begun.
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