[color=gray] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WSq0AyH.gif[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=yellow][b]Location:[/b][/color] Underground Club [color=yellow][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night [color=yellow][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] None [color=yellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] The bass pounded like a second heartbeat, vibrating through Vex’s chest as she moved across the sticky floor of the club. Lights spiraled around her in dizzying neon streaks, bathing her in deep purples and searing blues. Her arms rose above her head, fingers twitching to some rhythm. Sweat clung to her skin like glitter, her body swaying with a slow, serpentine grace, hips rolling, red lips parted around a breathless laugh. She was high. Deliriously high. Every nerve hummed. Her skin tingled beneath the black mesh of her crop top, every brush of air like an intimate touch against her body. The world had no edges, only motion and sensation, and in this moment, she was untouchable. It has been months since she used. Her drug of choice had always been Coke. Though she gambled with it on a Friday evening here and there after Bear’s death, she spiraled. Not remembering much of her benders, she put everything and anything she could in her body at the time, hoping to numb her pain. This high however, she knew this high all too well. Ecstasy. Vex broke away from the dancefloor, her boots thudding heavily against the ground as she stumbled toward the bar. Using her arms to part through the sea of people, she nearly stumbled over herself a few times. [color=yellow]“Vodka. Straight,”[/color] she purred, gripping the counter for balance. Her pupils were blown wide, rimmed with burning gold like the sun caught fire in her eyes. A lazy smirk played on her lips as she waited, leaning against the counter. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out another cigarette, holding it between her lips before lighting it. Her hands were shaking as she raised them close to her mouth, unable to control the movement as her vision blurred into a mess. Her eyes narrowed as she attempted to light her cigarette. Then she felt it. A voice slurred behind her ear.[color=blue] “Damn, I bet you taste fucking amazing.”[/color] The man slipped a baggy of pills into her pocket while his other hand explored. Fingers. Gritty, presumptuous, and pressing against the bare skin of her hip. Sliding lower, reaching below the belt of her jeans. She allowed him the moment to feel as if he were a man, just enough for him to think he held the upper hand. Vex didn’t respond. She didn’t even flinch. Her hands gave up on the lighter and instead gripped the bar tightly as the bartender came over, setting her drink in front of her, but she didn’t reach for it. Her shoulders stiffened. Her pupils shrank into glowing, vibrant, and yellow. In one fluid, precise motion, she spun on her heel. Her fist collided with the man’s face like a hammer slamming into drywall, knuckles cracking against bone. His head snapped to the side with a grunt, blood bursting from his nose in a wet pop. The music didn’t stop. But the people around her did. She stood there breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, golden eyes glowing like embers in the low light. [color=yellow]“You ever touch me again,”[/color] she hissed, voice a velvet snarl,[color=yellow] “I’ll take your fucking hand.”[/color] The man stumbled back, dazed, clutching his face, and disappeared into the crowd like a cockroach fleeing light. Vex turned back to the bar, casually lifting her vodka with blood-streaked knuckles. She knocked the drink back in one swig before setting the glass down. With trembling blood-coated hands, she attempted once more to light her cigarette very aware of the fun hidden just in her pocket. [/color]