I felt lightheaded.

With every vigour in me, being pulled away by the alcohol I ingested, I could feel my being giving in any moment from now.

How knackered I was, still there came a rush of life bubbling inside of me, such feeling that held onto me so well, I could attest that the liquor had nothing on me.

Perhaps, it was that silhouette away, whose eyes held onto my form so well, not daring to look away, that sparked every excitement to my entirety.

The sound of her heels clicking was all my ears caught onto, while that figure strutted to this end, hazel eyes bored into my profile, a pulling smile held on those red lips.

Her profile wavered before my eyes. Figure doubling in number. Dang! I just could feel the  alcohol kicking in, with a thousand drummers beating the gong of life inside my head, pounding and playing on.

Believe me, I was much tolerant to alcohol, but I couldn't tell what luck befell me on a dark Friday night. Such Luck that prevented me from beholding such beautiful persona stood before my being. 

"Excuse me, can you point me to the restroom?"

That voice was as smooth as an Hawaiian breeze, soft, silky, they poured into my ears effortlessly.

One could only imagine how that voice would sound, having her underneath my arms, while her moans blessed my ears.

My own eyes remained peering blankly at her, watching that profile which came to me in a blur.

My Gaze soon found its way wandering to those blessings that peered on at me, with cleavage out in the open, all that would make up for such perfection was to have my lips filling those bosoms.

The silence that fell between our forms lasted for a long while, with fetching eyes only staring on at me, my gaze made sure to hold hers, not wanting to pass on the moment.

"Heather?"

There came a figure from nowhere, pulling the lady by her arms, soon leading her away.

Heather.

It rang a dozen times in my head, with eyes following that departing figure.

Figure swaying side to side, with those legs which came revealed in the red dress she wore, I longed to have them interlinked in mine.

Back bare in such elegance of a dress, eyes caught onto the chain harness she had on, that accessory which went all the way down, stopping on her behind.

She sure knew what she was doing stepping out in a backless dress.

"Goodness you seem a mess!"

I turned to that form behind me, the voice of that fellow who had thought it wise, bringing me to such rave, soon blasting into my ears, trying to overlap the sound of the music pouring out the speakers.

"Come on, we should leave" His hands went over my shoulders, holding onto me while he led the way.

I gave no resist to his pull, only letting him lead me through the crowd of jiving bodies.

An odd Friday night.

One that left my heart churned, thinking of that profile that had earned a space in my memory.

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NOTE: A prologue is an introductory section of a piece of literature, especially of plays, that precedes the inciting action of the story. The prologue is often designed to explain background or reveal context to the audience, so they better understand the story that follows.