A girl's gotta have her fun.

The mantra that I kept repeating in my head while I downed my last shot of whiskey. I grimace from the extra taste of the liquor but never was I a quitter, I challenged myself to drink a little bit more. As pathetic as it may sound, I think that's what people who had fallen out of love do. They get drunk to forget, or maybe I think that's what it is. But still, I had a hard time thinking if did I really liked him for something more or is it just the infatuation speaking.

After spending my time at the beach, I made it a goal to be alone for the day. I went out to search for a bar, away from downtown where no one could find me while I muster up a reason on the phone call with my mother. Thankfully she never asked nor she talked too much and it was just what I needed, wasting no time as I bask in the comfort of alcohol.

"Could I have um .." With a hazy vision, I spoke while I was about to pick another one.

"A tequila please." I add, buzzed from all the whiskey I still picked out something stronger.

The bartender had a look of hesitation, doubtful if I could make it out alive in one piece at my state at the moment but I wasn't even close to alcohol poisoning, I believe. Seated by the club's bar counter, it was easy ordering drinks and picking up my favorites. It was past 7, and going home was last thing that's on my mind.

Strobe lights illuminated the club while with the blaring bass of music dancing bodies were tangled together, booze filling the air and everyone was having a good time. I took a deep breath while I stare at my liquor, taking the shot in one gulp. Quickly sucking the lemon to east out the burning sensation of the alcohol, a grimace across my features.

"Fuck." I murmur of how good it tasted but oblivious to the pain.

"I think you should take it easy." I hear someone utter behind me.

Taking a look, a man took a seat beside me with a smile of amusement plastered on his face and according to his looks, he was nowhere near my age. His jet black hair, physically fit while his features showed evident lines, thinking that he had that older men allure but still he looked good.

"Says who." I spoke, mocking his statement while I roll my eyes.

He chuckled whilst he signals a hand to the bartender, and on cue the employee already knew what to do.

"You're a regular?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Didn't pegged him as a party person and for an outfit that he has, guessing he's a businessman.

He smiles to himself like he was in thought. "You seem a bit surprise." He stated.

"Well." I shrug, laughing softly from my drunk sense of curiosity that I always tend to wonder and ask.

"A friend's business. I came to see the newly refurnished club." He responds, taking two glasses of liquor and handing me the other one.

Delighted, I took the drink as an accompany. He ordered the same thing while I quaff my tequila, doing my best without the use of lemon. The burning sensation was starting to numb, getting used to it and the more I did, my senses became all blurry. We continue to talk and laugh throughout the night, both enjoying each other's company while booze was still on with. Before I knew it, I was drunk to a fucking level.

"How old are you?" He asked halfway the conversation, taking a shot of his whiskey.

"Too young to be your baby." I purr, with an aloof manner while I try to steady my gaze and my posture from my drunk state.

"Enlighten me." He spoke while his words were a challenge, taking me for an invitation.

"19, and you?" I slurred, doing my best to get my words across hoping he'd still understand.

"36." He said it with such confidence, while his eyes made his words brooding. Giving me a sense of excitement of how it'll feel to fool around with an older man.

"And 19 huh, old enough to know what it's like." He added, while he brings his glass closer to his lips downing his last shot of alcohol.

"You bet." I was speaking so lowly and softly, seducing him to my advantage.

"David." As he stick his hand in front of me for a handshake. Yep, definitely a businessman.

And why am I always so fond of them.

"Cleo." I reply by shaking his hand, as I managed to do it carefully.

"I'm about to head out, would you like to join me?" He spoke so gentle, making me drawn to the idea.

"Sure." I spoke with no hesitations.

Onto the next reckless decision of my life, I venture out with a stranger whom I just met an hour ago. But then again, the point was to have fun and mingle the night away, I see no ring on the finger.

As I stood, I felt dizzy in a sudden with a shaky vision. I could not even walk properly anymore but thankfully his arms held me, guiding me along as we walk through the crowd. The breeze of the cold night woke my senses, my head still aching and I started to feel sick.

"I am so fucked right now." I murmured, while we trudge along the pavement.

"Easy, you'll fall if you won't hold on tight." He comments between my mumbling, starting to hold a handful of my body as I was about to slip away from his hold.

"Could you take me to your place? I'm drunk, I wanted to show you something." I spoke in a drunken manner while I broke into a fit of giggles, suggestive for something.

He chuckles, amused of how blunt I spoke whilst he held me tightly to his body. My legs felt like jelly, I couldn't even walk straight.

"As much as I'd like to, you're drunk. Let's get you home." He stated, his features showed sincerity.

"No, I don't want to go home." I refused, nowhere fond of going back.

Mouth pressed into a thin line, I felt disappointed as the alcohol was not even enough to forget that I'd been rejected for someone else. With drooped eyelids and a hazy vision; I tried to walk but defeated, as I could not make it to the next step, I'm about to pass out.

"Cleo!" A voice called out for my name which turns out to be feminine, just in time for me to look, I blacked out losing my consciousness.

Shit, it could be Brenna.

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and a dry sore-throat. I place a hand on my forehead, waking up on a different bed and definitely at someone's place; based on the blue sheets, wallpapers and decorations, surely I was at Brenna's but she was nowhere to be seen.

I let out a breath I didn't knew I was holding, a sigh of relief. I might have drunken my ass out but my sane being would like to wake up at one piece and was not in the mood for any nakedness at the moment. I turn to the side, anxiously taking my time to stand. Feeling like I was going to puke my guts out and as I stood, the flood gates of vomit opened.

I went to the bathroom in haste, my stomach contracted violently taking out all the beverage that I had greedily taken in last night. Trying to hold my hair back, I puked like a champion. My face contorted with disgust, as I heave until it felt an empty gut. Thinking what the heck did I drank, flashbacks of the night happened; drinking tequila and whiskey like Ms can handle it, even met a man while I shamelessly suggested sex. I mentally palm-faced, shaking my head while I whimper from the aftermath and the pungent stench of vomit.

"Hi bitch, how does hangover taste like?" Brenna chirps, greeting me as she went in.

After a couple of heaving and taking deep breaths, I finished. My eyes watered and my face flushed from all the extraction that I did.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I spoke, sniffing and gently taking a seat on her bed while I felt nauseous.

"Suck it up and take this." As she hands me a a capsule with a glass of orange juice.

I willingly take it, with no time to complain. I grunt exasperatedly, tired of shit.

"What brings you out to whore yourself around last night and drank too much alcohol?" She asked, tone disappointed while she had her arms crossed.

"I saw Theo, making out with co-worker." I dryly said, as I get straight to the point.

"Well shit, now this explains." Doing hand gestures pointing at the state that I'm in right now.

"You're in love, huh?" She adds while my shoulders slumped as I kept quiet, in too much to think.

She rubs my back gently and leans her head on my shoulder while I force a smile, trying to assure her I'd be okay.

"How about that man you met, he's a potential daddy." She raised her brows while I let out a chuckle from her statement.

"I met him at the club, we did a couple of drinks but that's it. He even insisted he'd take me back home." I reasoned, leaving out the desperate part of me being drunk.

"He's a gentleman, told me how worried he was that he wanted to take you home. He even gave me his calling card you know, make sure were safe and sound but I forgot where I put it, but you sure did passed out last night." A worried look on her face, while her brows furrowed and she was staring at me through the whole time.

I sigh as I felt sorry for that she had to pick me up and baby sit my ass but grateful that I think I had learned my lesson. A sudden thought came into mind, how the hell did she knew where I was?

"How did you find me? I'm sure I didn't texted you or what." Surprised that she knew.

"Matheo called me like a number of times, telling me if I knew where you went or if you were with me. Says he been looking out for you and he can't even contact your cell." She had an apologetic expression, telling me the truth.

"The heck he will, but how come you knew my location?" I asked.

"I figured a club away from downtown would help getting away from a lover, he called me this morning ... telling me I'd call him if I saw you." She stated, grateful that she hadn't make a move.

"Lover my ass, don't call him." I scoffed and rolled my eyes as it left a bad memory.

Because one thing's for sure;

I sure did turned my liking into hate.