~ Druscilla ~
The dim glow of neon signs buzzed overhead, casting a hazy blue tint across the crowded bar. Bodies swayed to the thumping bass of some old rock tune blasting from the speakers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air like a chaotic symphony. I slid onto a stool at the counter, the worn leather cool against my bare thighs where the slit in my dress rode up. My head pounded, a storm of thoughts swirling like a tornado I couldn't outrun.
"Please give me the strongest drink you have here," I said to the bartender, my voice barely cutting through the noise. He had piercings glinting under the lights—rings through his eyebrows, nose, lips—like he'd turned his face into a piece of modern art. The guy looked more feminine than masculine, with soft features and a sway in his
