Going out was a waste of time and Mini knew it, yet she just needed to get away from her head and the thoughts constantly swirling around it; getting lost in the beat of these manky clubs and trying to drink her way into oblivion seemed like the best option. The music pulsates through her body, joining the alcohol in helping her unwind as some bloke sidles up behind her and lays his hands on her waist. Yeah, this is what she needs.
She's hardly spoken to anyone since the almost-wedding, and why would she? Hardly any of them really like her; they may have reached a truce at the party in the field but Mini was no idiot. Things are different back in Bristol, not to mention that the one person she actually wants to speak to is gallivanting around with a certain Matty Levan, much to the distaste of her fathers and Mini herself.
She broke away from the handsy bloke in search of another drink, obviously all the other hadn't worked, she was still thinking.
Three vodkas later and Mini was surging into the crowds, dancing up a storm and finally free of her thoughts. Eyes closed she felt somebody slide up behind her, probably the handsy bloke back for more, and she decided she'd let him, after all, she was having fun. She didn't open her eyes buy kept dancing, a hand on the small of her back the only part of the mystery man touching her.
She frowned at that; why wasn't he touching her? He couldn't possibly be shy. Yet she helped him along, grabbing his hand and sliding it around until It was resting on her hip. The other hand came up onto her other side and she smiled, seems the shy guy is getting the hang of it.
His hands roamed up her side and around her front, his body pressed up against hers and one of his hands painting teasing patterns on her collarbone. This was more like it, much better than Nick. He seemed as though he was a fair bit smaller than her ex, but that didn't matter much to her, not when his hands were making her feel like this. She might just let him take her home.
She felt a kiss on her should and smiled when one at the base of the neck immediately followed. The kisses grew higher and higher until the last one just behind her ear. Then she heard him speak.
"Looking good there Mins"
Wait, how did this stranger know her name? Who the hell was behind her?
Turning around she came face to face with the one person she didn't want to see tonight, the one who'd caused her to be out here, drinking to forget her problem. She was standing right infront of Mini now and there was no way her feelings were going away, not now that she knew how those hands felt on her, those lips…
Franky.
She must look shocked and absolutely fucking freaked out because the smile on Franky's face quickly melts away and is replaced by a look of concern. Mini knows she should make a joke, laugh this off but she can't, she just stands there frozen, looking at the girl in front of her, beautiful without effort, kind beyond measure. Franky reaches out a hand and Jesus, Mini needs to get the hell out of there and fast before she does something she'll regret.
Taking a step back, she almost regrets it when the look of hurt and confusion crawls onto Franky's face and she takes a step toward her, but she still feels the same so she turns and she runs before she can possibly change her mind.
She doesn't see the sad look in Franky's eyes.