Left for Dead
It was four years into the future. Strobe lights bounced off the walls.Where was he?
It was another wasted night having yet another party here. In a college bar of all places.
The girl hiccuped, slightly drunk, but let him lead her into the mass of dancing bodies. And by him-- Isaac.
She beckoned Isaac to the side. Slurring slightly with her words, she managed to say, "C'mon... ya know I can't dance!!"
He laughed, albeit drunkenly. "Then c'mon out."
He led her through the crowd and into the middle of the dancing people. She smoothed down her hair, the drive through of reactions...
...all of a sudden, they were kissing.
It began as lips brushed against each other. Then it became a passionate one where they kissed, oblivious to the shrieks of gossip and laughter wreathing around them as they kissed....
Sweat poured down the girl's closed eyelids and down her lips, coating her face with salty liquid. She jerked away from the kiss and toppled backwards into one of the aged wooden tables.
Isaac bent over and pulled her up. She waved him off, stating she was fine, and shakily grabbed another bottle of alcohol. She undid the top on it and drank slowly. Anything to forget...
...what just happened.
A cold hand. Rough with calluses. It'd just grabbed her shoulder...
And it'd yanked her back.
She slammed the bottle of vodka on the table, starting to feel the effects. Her legs felt unsteady, like soup or whatever the heck you wanted to call it, and drunkenly sauntered up to Isaac.
"...Parents expectin' me back, Isaac..."
He nodded, as if he understood.
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She kissed him. She kissed him. Does she remember?
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