“I guess depression brought me here.” Colin spoke under his breath while secluded in a corner of a loud nightclub. All his friends were buried in the cigarette smoke somewhere where life seemed to be living, far from where he was.
“So where are your friends?” A woman’s voice screamed into Colin’s ear. He turned in shock and fear for he hadn’t seen anyone approach him.
Seeing her though, he responded to her, “I’m not sure I need any friends if I have you.”
She relentlessly pressed herself on him, and the feel of her breasts against him made him feel restrained. Her appearance was short in stature with long, light red hair. Her pale skin didn’t appear right, and her light red eyebrows contrasted her dark eyeliner. Her appearance and attitude though was striking to Colin, and it was quickly luring him in.
She smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist, “So, what makes you think you have me?” She watched him think about it for a bit and then she put him at ease saying, “What if I have you?”
He gave out a short laugh and responded. “I think you do have me.” He put the drink he'd been holding, down on a nearby ledge, and wrapped his arm snug around her. “I’m Colin, what’s your name?”
“It’s Sarai. Do you want me to stop your pain?”
“What?”
“I said, do you want to come home with me?”
He looked at her a little confused, and then shrugged off the earlier comment. “Sure, but I had come with my friends so I don’t have my own car to get home from your place.”
Almost too quickly she stated, “Perfect. I can take care of that.”