Chapter one
The clubs' music was loud and energetic. She could feel the bass pounding through her chest, as though she was becoming part of the music. Staggering awkwardly, she made her way to the bar. Walking in heels was a lot easier when your vision wasn't blurred and your blood alcohol level was below .17 but she didn't care. She came here to have fun and that's what she was going to do.
Resting one arm on the marble counter top she ordered 3 more shots of tequila. After throwing back the final one and biting into the lemon she breathed letting the alcohol warm her belly before subsiding.
Making her way back to the dance floor she began to dance like she was a 20 year old again. Despite her age, she was receiving a lot of attention from the younger males around her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was totally trollied.
A tall man approached her. He appeared to be in his late 20s with short black hair that had been gelled to form small spikes on the top of his head. He wore beige chinos with a blue plaid shirt and his boat shoes seemed to be a darker blue. He was dressed to impress. "May I?" he asked. She didn't recognise his accent. He sounded like he was from up north.
"Sure." She replied, returning his smile.
Stepping closer he slid his hands down past her waist and planted them firmly on her buttocks and began to dance with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Shouting over the music the young man said, "I didn't catch your name."
"Zoe," she shouted back, "Zoe Hanna. And yours?"
"Bond, James Bond."
Zoe smirked, "I highly doubt that's your name."
"Clever." He smiled at her, "Its James. James Kennington."
Replying with a smile, Zoe continued to dance with him. The alcohol coursing through her veins was making it hard for her to see clearly. Even trying to focus on James' features which were merely a few inches away was a challenge in itself. She knew he had stubble because she could now feel it rubbing up against her neck. Throwing her head back, but keeping her arms around his neck to steady herself, she allowed him to explore her neck with his lips. As he made his way to her lips she began to explore his mouth with her own, only stopping to come up for air. Zoe was enjoying it until her mouth started to become wet with saliva and she had to pull away from James. She made a mad dash for the toilets.
As she entered the white room her eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the new lighting. Staggering to the nearest stall she pushed opened the door and fell to her knees just as a surge of vomit overcame her.
Feeling content that she wasn't going to be sick anymore she slowly rose from the floor and flushed the toilet. Wiping her mouth with the back of hand she walked to the sink to wash away any evidence that she had just puked. Whilst washing her hands she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her neatly brushed bob was now a mess with some strands of hair sticking up. Her mascara had smudged leaving her with, what looked like, two black eyes and her once dark and tanned skin now looked pale and drained of colour. Not only did she feel like shit but now she looked like shit too. I'm getting too old for this. Dumping her purse next to the basin, she rummaged through it searching for her car keys before coming to the realisation that the bar tender had confiscated them after her 6th drink.