Reluctantly she was being dragged down alley by alley by Trixie, to a supposedly 'amazing' party. She had been told that all the freshmen had been invited so she would be really missing out, but she would much rather be in her room binge watching on Netflix. She had formally said no, until while she was in the bathroom Trixie snuck onto her Facebook and clicked attending. 'You don't go back after accepting the invitation' she said, so here she was now, at half past eight as Trixie was dying to get to the venue early so she knew the ins and outs. Finally, they came to a halt. Trixie stood proudly, opening her arms widely grinning at her best friend.
"This is it!" In front of them was what looked like an old, worn warehouse ready to collapse.
Patsy couldn't place why Trixie was quite so excited, but she guessed it was the idea of getting drunk, having a good time and boys. She was quite sure that she would have to be the one carrying her drunk friend's home, be left alone and be wishing, longing for the company of a woman who was just like her, but that was the normal. Her dreams were yet to be fulfilled and she sadly expected them never to be. Though, all she knew for certain now was that this was going to be a long night.
She had no clue what the time was but everyone else was still going strong. She could feel the sweat linger on her brow from the body heat and the beat of the music was so strong she could feel it vibrate through her body. She wasn't going to lie, she was having a good time. Even though Trixie had left her to go 'on the pull' she was enjoying watching everyone else, drunk and sober, get into all kinds of trouble. She was scanning over the area for what had to be the hundredth time, hoping there would be something to interest her. It wasn't looking good, until she saw a small brunette over the other side of the club. By god, she was hot. There was no other way to really put it, she was so her type. Nothing brought her out of her daydream state, until she made direct contact with the crystal blue eyes which were boring back into her. She couldn't prevent her jaw from dropping as she took in all her features further. She was smaller than Patsy, probably around 5'2, her cheekbones were complemented with dimples, the large smile which seemed to grow when she looked at Patsy was enough to almost make her own knees buckle and her eyes were entrancing. Not to mention her effortless stance, leaning against the black wall with her clothes showing off her curves.
If she was more sober right now she would've run out and all the way back to her room, but with the large amount of alcohol she had already consumed it was definitely saying this was the right thing to do. She had given up the responsibility of being the mother of the group earlier, claiming for shots for the whole group and unflatteringly getting wasted pretty quickly. It wasn't until a group of girls disrupted her gawking that she realised how stupid she was actually being. But still, she waited for them to pass so she could ogle again. As the group of girls filed out and came to an end, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She readjusted her position feeling nervous, only to feel her stomach drop to her feet; she wasn't there.
She almost immediately panicked, worrying that she had made the girl uncomfortable. Anyway, who would ever feel the same way as her? She was so stunning she must have a whole line of boy's queuing up to own her heart. She placed her drink down next to her, huffed and pulled out the stall behind her lifting herself onto it. Her hands were trembling slightly and felt tears form in her eyes. She was always over-emotional when she was drunk. That was definitely one of the reasons she vowed never to get too drunk again, she despises the idea of showing any emotions off in public. She had been told many times of the 'funny story' where she had craved an ice cream after a long night out, only to drop it in the road and demand to have a funeral right then and there. She grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her trousers just about to unlock it before she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She sighed, took a quick sip of her drink before turning around to face the person. She could've sworn that her heart stopped for a minute. There, right in front of her was the drop dead gorgeous girl she had just been fantasizing about. Tragically, words failed her at this moment in time and it was as if all source of her confidence had been removed from her bloodstream. So she sat there, staring into the other girls eyes gawping.
"Hello," Her lips moved so invitingly, god she hardly knew this girl and she already wanted to press their lips together.
"Hey, want to come outside with me? I'm so hot I need some air." The other girl nodded in response walking outside as she followed closely behind. As soon as she felt the cold air hit her face, she took a large breath in and felt instantly relaxed. She now took the lead, heading to the smokers area. She flicked a cigarette out of her packet reaching for her lighter when she realised she hadn't even asked her companion if she wanted one.
"Want one?" She pointed to her pack, seeing the other ladies nose scrunch up in disgust.
"I tried one once, let's just say I made a complete fool of myself…" She laughed at herself recalling the memory, Patsy tried so hard to stop herself from joining in too but it was contagious. Once they eventually calmed, she lit her cigarette and took a long drag. They were standing, leaning with their backs against the wall in a comfortable silence; well, between them. Life was extremely busy behind them with people stumbling home, retching on the street and getting it on. It wasn't long until welsh lilts pierced through the heavy silence.
"The names Delia, Delia Busby." Delia smirked, as Patsy looked at her in awe. She was already in love with how easily she could strike up a conversation.
"Patience, Patience Mount. But you can call me Patsy." She held out her hand winking, adopting a business style posture. As Delia shook it, she instantly felt warmth flow around her body but as she let go, it vanished. "I'm guessing you go to Nonnatus University?"
"Yes, I'm studying medicine." That's where she had seen her before. She always sat in the 3rd row, 14th from the left. It was near the middle, Patsy would sit in the 6th row in a group of her mates. "I'm guessing from the look on your face you do too?"
A blush crept up her cheeks as she nodded, looking deep into her eyes. She swore she saw something, something which told her that dreams really do come true.