Soulien

7 | Tequila effect

We stand in front of the Wilton Club with blue and red neon lights, and the students come in and the guard lets them in, pulling an iron chain from the door.

We stood in front of him to look at us with his face empty of expression, and he didn't pull this string like he does with other students!

Hey. Max's party?" said Bunny hesitantly trying to craft it to let us in, but he looked at us again and looked at him again.

We looked at each other with incomprehension, "What am I supposed to do now?" Jesse asked with boredom, Georgia exhales with anger, of course we wouldn't be allowed in like this, but the other students do!

I pulled my phone out of my back pants pocket, and then called Jasper. A sound of ringing echoes until the sound of loud music and his screams came to me to hear it in the midst of this. "What's the matter?"

"Didn't we tell you to wait for us? Here we are outside with the muscle mass not letting us through." She screamed in return to listen, too.

"Coming," he said, shutting down, and we stand wearily waiting while Georgia adjusts Bani's locks of hair that give her full confidence.

A boy with brown hair and honey tufts scattered and eyes on which to reflect lights make you not know what their true color is. Maxniss walks out the door in front of him talking to the guard by stitching him between his eyebrows and then they look at us.

I raised Hajbai as a greeting to him despite not knowing him, and Georgia waved to him confidently approaching. "Hello, Maxie." She greeted Gingy and passed by, and this time he didn't mind that muscle mass.

And we do the same by passing the guard and Maxness scanning us, a compressed voice in the pass that connects to the club hall and teenagers standing everywhere.

Until the sounds exploded, becoming clearer as we crossed the plastic barrier, many lights of all colors blinding the eye in the first moments, and the popular songs.

"In Italy, I called my friends.

And the joans of what? Splugty Mafia!

Bad generations, beautiful woman.

Where are you from? She's from Italy!

You want meat, I don't eat pork.

Why?! Forbidden, forbidden.

The lyrics of the song loudly echoed and the girls were excited, raising their hands like the rest and swaying lightly on their melodies, and I do the same.

I loved it so much, come on, this is my first time in Wilton, I hear a lot and a lot of gossip about it, but I never had the courage to go.

I poked my stomach to look at her indignantly wondering because of the pain of her poke, pointed her head aside, My theory automatically shifted to her signal and found a group of hookers huddled around one of the tables with black leather sofas.

I looked at them indignantly until he fell for Lucas, and I raised him in denunciation when he was already looking at me. I turned my eyes out my tongue with disgust, turning around and continuing to penetrate between those who were present.

Georgia and Jesse joined the dancers, swaying and jumping with excessive enthusiasm and betting that they giggle loudly from the look of their faces.

I sat down with Bunny in front of the bar, and the worker standing there smiles nicely at us. "What do you want, ladies?" he asked and answered Bunny without hesitation. "Anything."

The young man laughed loudly. "This is the first time," he winked at the end of his sentence, pouring us some red wine as he puts the two glasses in front of us. "It's diluted, it won't affect."

Oh, can I keep it? I'd be embarrassed if I said I want a Coke! It's really awful to be ashamed of something that's good for everyone.

We turned around after we went watching everyone, bullying a little bit, discovering some hidden relationships and last but not least pedigree and cursing the group of corrupts.

Of course, Justin, the big b***h, the head of the calamity, joins the bunch of whores the new boy-- Maxness.

Tired of dancing, Georgia, Jesse's trance, approached, threw her body over the chair with glaring tiredness and grumbling. "I can't feel my feet."

Georgia laughed. "Worth it, she's been dancing with everyone, this b***h almost had an affair." She sniffed in upright panic, grabbed her shoulders, shook her violently. Jesse! Wake up, you didn't drink some eyeliner to get drunk!"

Jesse blinked slowly until she yelled at you. "I didn't get drunk enough to do this!" she slapped her forehead desperately. "Fantasy, mercy."

He approached a young man standing who had met us, looking at me from her head to her feet unashamedly, and from his pungent smell and unsteady standing, he seemed drunk.

Suddenly he grabs her hand near him while he says with a playful smile. "Do you accept this dance?" Nobly offered and we just stand watching what happens, Bunny pushed him gently and stepped back, approached again, saying, with no understanding. "Why, gorgeous, I have other offers."

Bunny looked at us fearfully to glimpse the panic look in her eyes, telling us that what was happening was not good at all, rushed out, unaware of what I was doing, pushed him off with a joking smile. "You can find a doll far away."

He looked at me with indignant glances and a side smile on his face as he approached me to be trapped, and he placed his hands on both sides above the bar behind me.

I tried not to show my nervousness at his suspicious closeness, taking full comfort with my back, pushing back the bar while a side smile almost never took its course and an uninteresting look.

My heart, Adi, between my ribs, gets adrenaline into my body when my next ear whispered a malice. "You can be my puppet if you're jealous."

I slapped him, pushed him, that's what my body forced to do. I want more, I want to hit him until he bleeds out in front of me, and I will not feel a seed of pity for him.

Asshole, that's what people like him deserve, what the right reaction should be when faced with this s**t.

The limbs of his hand touched his jaw and his eyebrows stitched in anger at me, and the girls approached me with protection, I noticed some people standing and watching the cause of the slap and what happened next. f*****g curiosity like all of them.

Damn it, and they wonder why I hate men.

I look at him confidently, I do not show my underlying fear, which tries to appear in every way, but in these times fear must be wiped out.

Raise his hands in a quick motion to land on my face, he says sarcastically. "Little whore." I smeared my body and listened to some gasps.

I was slapped by a f*****g molester? And he turns his back to go just like that? My body heats up like anger does. I feel like my mind boils over demanding that I beat him up, and another part makes me feel like Tippy in my place.

I fought the f*****g scared part, because that harasser doesn't deserve to be idolized for.

I didn't even realize I pulled his back shirt fit and when my fists turned around, he bounced backwards, and I giggled with a crazy louder.

A good group turned around us. My smile widened as I stared at his nosebleed with full satisfaction, that's what he deserves. The pain and sparks of his angry eyes almost reach me.

He quickly rushed toward me, wrapping his hands around my neck, and I felt my body rising from the ground to be thrown over a floor table that was next to him. Some screams and gasps burst out like glass cups that rushed.

My back split from the pain, whispering with cursing despite my pain, and his hands were still wrapped around my neck, narrowing the noose to breathe.

"Fuck." I screamed angry, his hands tighter around my neck, and he laughed loudly, the shouts got louder, and I think the girls got in a fight.

"I swear if you don't go away, you'll... I'm throwing up, sorry, but you're really disgusting me." I told him, laughing between trying to take my breath and a reckless side smile that played over my mouth.

"Dirty b***h like you slap me? Let's play a little game, little girl. What do you think of this?" he said as he passed his hands over my apparent stomach, disgust, disgusting that occupied my being from his filthy touches.

I tried to push him over and over again, but pressing his damn body over mine makes it inevitable to escape his dirty grip.

"w***e," I've got a grudge, and I feel the need for oxygen in my lungs, the sounds are less clear, but I feel quite a few around us. I hate them.

As I kick with my feet, I put one of them between his own, and I can feel him relaxing his hands around my neck slowly to raise my attack, levering my feet between his own

This was followed by a screaming sound like it was encouraging a match that popped out of the loud music, and the motherfucker was pushed over me before I could see his reaction. I leaned away from the table, coughed hard and tried to get air.

I put my hands over my shoulder and made me raise my head and meet me with his brown eyes reflected in the bar lights behind us. You okay?

Lucas' hand shook violently as I wiped my face from sweat. "Not now." I looked around and everyone was in a fight with each other, and Bunny and Jesse were pulling some girl's hair.

Georgia spills a bottle of wine over a boy, Jasper fixes the damn molester and Mark punches him while Lucas runs to them trying to get them to stop him from dying, maybe in their hands.

I sat quietly in front of the bar and the same young man who gave us the diluted wine smiles, "What do you want to drink this time?" asked with a laugh to answer with a wide smile. "The strongest thing you have."

He nodded to mix some white fluids and put the little cup in front of me, "It's not dangerous, isn't it?" I wondered, even though I knew it was bad, but to hell I took it all at once.

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I put down the glass and pushed Mark, whose eyebrows were pitched in anger. "Soline, take your friends and get out of here." I pushed him again, not interested in what he was saying. All my attention is aimed at the one on the ground.

I smiled beside him. "Not until I do this." I told Mark, and he kicked the f*****g man between his legs again, groaning as he writhed in pain.

I laughed, and I spit in his face. "To have fun with your doll, friend, or should I say my girlfriend now?" she laughed with a loud laugh; whoever sees me now thinks I'm crazy.

But my right just came back from a molester motherfucker. Why don't I laugh out loud? A victorious smile on my face.

Jasper screamed excitedly. "That's my girl." I almost hit him again, but I got carried over someone's shoulder, I grumbled. "No, not yet. He should take this damn harasser's lesson."

Wait. When did this happen? Are we being fired now? Some of the guards, I think, are muscle mass on the outside, surrounded us and I'm still over my shoulder. Whose shoulder? I laughed hard as I pulled out his shirt to show part of his back. "Sol, stop."

Dude, Luke. Lucas carrying me? This son of a b***h. I gotta slap him.

The muscle mass of Georgia, who swabed and slapped him, pushed her to applaud proudly and still loaded like a potato bark, I heard the young men murmuring and shouting in front of the guards until suddenly we were out of the club.

I want to throw up.

I punched his back again and again, screaming, and my soul narrowed more and more. "I want to throw up, motherfucker." Put me down and get dizzy as soon as I get up on my feet.

I closed my eyes tightly trying to hold on, it didn't last long until I bent over, vomiting what I had taken, and clinging to Lucas' shirt when I felt the pull of gravity on my head.

He murmured with his hands on his stomach, preventing himself from vomiting, too; I wiped my mouth with the palm of my hand and cried out loudly at the look of his face, which had turned over.

I took a step toward putting my hands above his face and pressed hard and said with a laugh. "You're so funny." I felt something pull me back and I found it surrounded me. "Let's go home."

And she said, and she felt her voice moving away and coming closer like her face, she slowly knocked to find everything two instead of one, she laughed again, and again without stopping, that just made it look like something was tickling.

I looked at Jasper as he grabbed my arm over his shoulder carrying the weight of my body and it was only then that I realized that I couldn't stand on my feet.

I didn't mind. I smiled with his cheeks in the other hand. "Ultimately useful, bastard, have you seen your shape as you control the harasser? I should have taken a picture of you." I grumbled at the end of my talk with a frown and he giggles.

"I wouldn't leave my neighbor alone, and I wouldn't be a man if I didn't stand up for a girl, would I?" I nodded with a wide smile closing my eyes, a feeling of relief that overwhelmed me and made me never want to open them again.

But their voices are particularly disturbing to Georgia, who complains that the arm of her dress was torn during a fight with the harasser's girlfriend.

My mom's gonna kill me.

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