"OMG! We look so hot." Kay gushes, looking at our reflection in the mirror.

"All eyes are going to be on us." I smirk.

Taking in my reflection in the mirror, the red dress fits perfectly. It hug my curves in the right places, stopping mid-thigh. The dress is strapless, putting the right amount of cleavage on display. I match the silver stud earrings with a silver purse and silver strapped heels. Kayla did my makeup. The smokey eye, the red lip, the highlights...I fell in love with the whole look. Lucky me for having a makeup guru who also is a hairstylist as best friend. She did my hair, curling my long blonde hair to the side and giving it the late 90's Hollywood vibe.

Kayla is looking all angelic in her off shoulder, skimpy white dress that hug her curves perfectly. Her makeup is subtle, making her look every inch of the beautiful woman she actually is. Her dark hair has been stretched perfectly, leaving it to fall freely.

"Ria, you look amazing. God, I'm so good." Kay winks.

"Yeah, yeah. It's all thanks to my beautiful makeup artist. You look georgous by the way, babe." I say, my lips forming a wide grin.

"Oh, I know honey." She flips her straight dark hair.

Did I mention Kay was struck by the princess disease?

"I just got a text from Shawn, he's downstairs already."

Like she said, Shawn is waiting for us downstairs and boy does he have one hell of a ride. He is looking every inch of the heir he is beside his Red Aston Martin. Kay got herself a real catch this time, he is one handsome young man. After their little make out session which took forever by the way, we are finally headed to Wild Cats.

The car comes to a halt in front of a tower. I don't need no one to tell me this is Wild Cats. The tower is located in the heart of the city itself. I realize now I'm probably gaping at the tower like an idiot. The tower is painted in some kind of gold but I wouldn't be so sure since I'm unlucky in the color identification department.

Whatever color it is, it sure looks bomb!

"I can't believe I made it to Wild Cats." I scream and Kay joins in.

"Yes, we did and Friday night has never been so good." She adds.

"Shall we go in, Ladies?" Shawn joins us, wrapping his arm around Kay's waist.

I feel a pang of jealousy hit me, and that shouldn't be. I mean Kay is my best friend and I'm happy for her but I just hope I find someone who will baby me too, you know?

I stopped dating after college because of my pile of debts. I just really have no time for men. I worked several part time jobs to survive, pay my rent and of course settle my debts.

Shit is so hard!

Pulling myself out of trance, I take in my surrounding and breathtaking would be an understatement. Wild Cats is just exactly what I thought it would be—-dope, aesthetically pleasing with the breathtaking views. The music, the lights, the best place to go to get swept into another world literally. There is even a freaking pool. How unfortunate, I don't have my bikini here with me.

We dance and dance nonstop, the jams are totally superb. After a while, I decide to take a break because my feet are starting to kill me. I go in the VIP lounge to join Kay and Shawn. I keep grinning from ear to ear like an idiot.

"This place is heaven." I tell Kay, raising my voice over the noise.

"Tell me about it." Kay replies, taking a sip of her drink.

"Do you ladies need anything? Ria, you want a drink?" Shawn asks but before I could answer, Kay cut me off.

"If there's anything I want, it's you baby." Kay tells her hottie, pulling him close for a kiss.

And the next is history... a full make out session. You know what would be awkward? Me staying and watching my best friend make out with her boyfriend all night. That would really be miserable.

"You know what? I'll go grab a drink."

Not that anyone is listening anyway. Besides, I'm not going to stay and watch an X-rated movie live. The both of them are in some kind of world where they both speak in tongues literally right now. Getting up from my seat, to faking coughs, to walking away, they totally ignored my existence.

Poor, little me.

I shake my head and find my way to the bar. I've been on cloud nine since the moment I got informed the drinks were free. I guess it has to do with the huge amount of money these rich folks pay to get in here. I mean, why the need to pay for drinks anyway? The ticket fee is enough to pay my rent for two months, maybe get a new home appliance too. It's just really that expensive to get in here. So if anyone is feeling ecstatic about the free drinks, that would be me. Obviously, I won't be able to afford it if it weren't for free.

"One shot of tequila please?" I say to the gay bartender.

How I knew he's gay? I don't know. I mean, when I see one I just know. Okay, that's a lie. I saw him kissing some dude while I was dancing. The bartender pours my drink and passes it to me. I mutter a thank you and gulp it down immediately.

Oh, and I regret it... the fiery burn in my throat made me grab my neck with my hands. Pretty sure that's not leaving a good impression with all these people throwing concern looks my way. They probably think I'm about to strangle myself to death in a club for goodness sake. But come on people my life isn't that bad.

Yeah, well maybe it sucks a little but I guess it's not that bad.

"Damn! That feels so good." I say, raising my voice over the loud music.

"Another one please? As a matter of fact, don't stop. Please, just keep them coming."

Alright, maybe I kind of overdid it. By now, I'm starting to see two Mr. bartender, or maybe he has a twin brother no one knew of? I'm seeing two of him and that's really really bad. If I'm starting to see things, it means I'm drunk and I'm pretty sure I'm not. Okay, maybe something is wrong with the damn lights.

"Hey yew-w." I spit out.

No. No. No. No. Did I just hear my words slur?

"Me?" The bartender squints his eyes at me.

"Yes-s yew-w man yew-w." I laugh.

It's not like the bartender is dancing in diaper or someone did anything funny. So why the hell am I laughing like a mad woman?

"Are you drunk?" He smirks, directing his attention back to cleaning the glasses on the counter.

Thing is, I don't get why he's asking if I'm drunk. I'm not drunk because I can't be drunk. I tend to really act crazy when I get drunk, and when I act crazy, things don't end well. Trust me, I know better than to get drunk.

"Drun-ky? Drun-ky who?" I ask out of curiosity.

Since when is drunky a word? I know the bartender is gay but what I didn't know is he isn't smart at all.

"Hahahaha, my friend believe me, you are drunk." The bartender bursts into laughter.

This guy is starting to get on my last nerves, for real.

"Stoooop it." I shout.

"How dare-ee yew-w laugh aat me?"

"Did you come alone or with a friend?" the bartender asks, giving me a look of concern.

"Don't yew-w dare-ee hurt my fwend or I'll..." I grab the little glass from the counter to show the bartender I would seriously hurt him if he touched my friend.

I must have applied way too much force because I jerked out of my seat and I could swear my face is about to kiss the floor.

But congratulations to Chandria Lee, yes me. I didn't fall, because of the strong pair of arms that held me. I was just about to look at the face of my savior, one who didn't let me fall flat on my face, and saved me from humiliation. But like every other disaster that comes with me getting drunk, we bump heads and it really is painful... like really, really painful, if I may add which actually could be because my head was starting to ache in the first place.

"Is yew-w head a rock?" I groan in pain.

Man must be Ben Grimm of the fantastic four, because his head is so fucking hard! Or could he be the rock himself? Like literally the rock, and not the rock as in Dwayne Johnson.

"Are you drunk?" Ben Grimm asks me.

I know I'm drunk, I totally accepted that already. But I think I'm still in my right mind a little bit and I'm pretty sure the rock or Mr. Ben Grimm a.k.a my savior that prevented me from falling on my face, has an Italian accent.

"Whooo is drunky? Whyyy aare yew-w asking me this Drunky?"

Did I mention saying crap was the first step when I get drunk? I'm so regretting this in the morning.

"Ah! You are drunk, signorina." He chuckles.

Maybe, I'm really drunk and not in my right mind but all I know is I am not going to sit down and let people keep asking me of some drunky.

For goodness sake who names their child Drunky these days? And why ask me out of the numerous people in the world?

"Goooo away." I mutter, feeling dizzy.

I didn't know why, when, or how, but I start to cry.

That's step two people! Definitely happens whenever I get drunk. You know, I should be banned from taking liquor because I constitute nuisance when I do. It's really sad isn't it? Ben Grimm a.k.a my savior who prevented me from... you know the rest, probably thinks I'm mad.

"Why the tears, Signorina?" He asks, his accent dripping Italian.

"I hateeee my life!" I cry like a baby deprived of candy.

"soo fw-eeaki-nng much."

"Ah." He chuckles and I want to strangle him to death even though I can't see his face because my vision is all blurry. He probably finds myself and my situation funny and that makes me really furious.

That is why I start to cry... again. Then I did the most horrible thing ever. I start telling the stranger the story of my life, from how my parents fought everyday of their lives, to my father leaving us when I was eight, to my mother's death. How I lived my life all alone, learning to strive from a tender age, my debts, relationships that didn't work...everything. Why I did it? No idea.

I blame it all on the liquor.

"I miss my mother so much." I say softly, almost sounding like a whisper.

"Signorina." Mr. Italian Ben Grimm hold my shoulders, making me look into his eyes.

I still can't see his face because of the alcohol of course. My vision is all blurry, but I could point out his grey eyes. His eyes look beautiful, so beautiful that made my eyes well up in tears.

That's when I knew that I had officially lost it.

"You see, life isn't full of honey. There are bad times, there are goods times, and times when things are a little bit good, and maybe a little bit bad. Life is just like that. I'm sorry about your parents, no child should experience that."

I relax in the comfort of his words. Who exactly is this man?

"Will you like to have a drink with me?" The words fly out of my mouth.

"Are you serious right now? You are drunk." He chuckles.

"Just one drink, please?" I pout.

"Fine." He heaves a sigh.

So one drink led to two, to three, to four, till I lost count...

"You know, you are not the only who hate your life. I do too." His voice comes out deeper this time.

"Why?" I ask softly.

"I'm to spend the rest of my life with someone I used to love, but cheated on me. I can't marry her, I just can't. I would lose my mind." He takes another shot, downing it immediately. "No to arranged marriages."

"Yew-w must be one of them rich folks." I laugh. "But yew-w used to love her. Yew-w can love her again."

"She betrayed the trust I had in her. I will never forgive her." He spits.

"Aaaaaand that is because?" I ask out of curiosity.

"She slept with my best friend." He says through gritted teeth, balling his hands into fists.

"Oh! Bad girl, that's what she is." I shout, getting angry already. "I'll skin her alive, and eat her for breakfast."

"Wow, am I supposed to be scared of you?" the stranger laughs out loud. "What's your name?"

That's when I realize I've forgotten my own name. I just can't remember no matter how hard I try, and then it occurs to me he's been calling me signorina.

Is he trying to test my intelligence when he already knew my name or what?

"Signorina." I grin.

"What?" the stranger laughs so hard, making me almost offended. "Signorina? You know signorina means Miss, right?"

"What's your name?" I ask him.

Mr. Stranger replies, but I couldn't hear him because that's exactly when a fight breaks out.

You've got to be kidding me. This rich folks club isn't any different from any other out there. A night club will always be a night club...

I find the thought extremely funny, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. My laughter however fades immediately I hear a gunshot.

What the buggers and fries on earth is going on?

And that's when it hit me...I was here with someone. Oh my God, my friend!

"We have to leave." Mr. Stranger immediately stands up, trying to drag me along with him. "Now, signoria."

"My fwend. Where's my fwend?" I slur, feeling extremely dizzy.

"Signorina, we really need to get out of here." He says firmly.

"But my fwend." I reply, trying to get my hand out of his grip.

"We have to leave. No, we need to leave now!" He repeats.

"No, my fwend." He didn't allow me finish my statement, he throws me over his shoulder within the blink of an eye.

The crowd is going crazy. People are yelling, and running. We are among them too, only I'm not the one doing the running but I sure be doing the yelling.

"Put me down!" I scream, hitting his back with my fists.

He totally ignores me, finding his way to the exit like everyone else. He didn't wait a single second until he's out of the club.

"Are you okay, signorina?" He asks me, breathing heavily.

"My fwend!" I start to cry.

"No, no, not again." He groans loudly.