Okay, I had a dream the other night about this happening to me so I thought it was a good idea for a story...anyway please review if you think it has potential ! :D

"Neck it!" was the muffled sound of one of my friends shoving a shot glass down my throat. I had exceeded my personal limit of alcohol units already but I was to too far gone to stop my friends. After a couple more shots and a few glasses of what tasted like pure ethanol with a teaspoon of coke, I was dragged out of my friends house and was hauled into a taxi by the girls who had taken all my clothes and had forced me to wear something next to underwear. I could barely see out of my fake eyelashes as I hadn't done my make-up myself and when I looked in the mirror, I had the same amount of make-up on as a drag queen.

I heard a squeal and then a high-pitched voice remark "Right, were here!" I couldn't actually see who had made that announcement but I instantly felt myself being pulled from the taxi and in through disco-light filled doors. My eardrums were bombarded with a base beat that could be heard miles away and someone who's face was a blur came from the bar and grabbed me around the waist, pushing me to the dance floor. There body started to grind against mine to the beat and as soon as a voice came to my ear I knew exactly who it was.

"You look fucking gorgeous bells" the slurred voice of mike newton filled my ears and I instantly felt queasy. I stayed dancing for a bit but then made an excuse and rushed to the ladies room.

The night went by as any other party does, loud, being bombarded with guys trying to suck my lips off and the buzz of a lot of different 20% drinks all mixed together going straight to my head.

As the night drew to a close I was still obliviously drunk but hadn't seen my friends all night. As much as I could I searched for them but it was to no avail as when I had asked a few people they had all said that my friends had already left. I stumbled my way outside onto the area in front of the club and found the pavement as I was walking my heel got caught between a grate and within two seconds I was flat on the road.

I heard no impatient horns of cars or people laughing at the drunk girl lying in the middle of the road, instead, I was greeted by a deep,calming voice that urged me to wake up. I let out a little moan of help so that whoever it was whether they were drunk or sober, would help me. I felt two big, strong hands surround my waist and almost instantly I was in a man's arms. I felt nausea as I fathomed that he had started to carry me down the road. My head was spinning which prompted me to kick my feet a little and writhe around at some attempt of protest.

"No, w-w-alice!"

"Shh" the man's voice said as the noise of the party grew quieter the further away he walked.

I tried to explain to him that I had to go back to the party as I was staying at my friend Alice's. Unfortunately I could not form a single coherent word so I gave in. I knew something bad was happening I just didn't know how to stop it. The sound of a van door opening dragged me back to my current predicament and I felt myself being placed in the van, but the strange thing was I couldn't actually feel it. I could see someone lowering my body into a lying position but my body had gone entirely numb. I could hear muffled sounds which meant the previous sounds I had heard clearly were now growing further away. The last thing I remember was van doors slamming and then everything went black.

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