"It's not the first time, it's not the worst crime"

The blaring sound of techno music intoxicated the club as the moon finally set in the onyx sky.

"I'll have another shot. Actually make it two, or three," I just can't get over what happened, Adam silently thought to himself. The bartender gave him an inquisitive look but filled the man's demands anyway. In a way he slightly felt bad for the guy he barely knew.

Shakily, Adam took the glass and tipped the contents into his mouth all in one swift motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman, young and beautiful, eying him flirtatiously. The briefly made eye contact but she quickly broke the gaze when she noticed he was staring right back at her.

Adam was used to being gawked at from women, but right now, all he wished was that he could be left alone to deal with the excruciating pain by himself. "We'll order two more over here," an unfamiliar voice called out. He could feel eyes beating into the side of his half shaven head from where he was sitting. "Hey gorgeous." He looked over to see who the fuck could be bothering him. Of course, it was the beautiful, (yet painfully annoying at the moment,) woman he made eye contact with earlier.

Adam felt as if he should have said something far more involving, but all he could manage to squeak out was a pathetic "hi,"

The bartender came back with two more drinks the woman had ordered. "Rough day?" she asked in what seemed to Adam a concerned tone.

"You have no fucking idea," He still didn't understand why this girl was speaking to him, or caring at all what he had to say about his problems, but it felt good to finally vent to someone.

"So.." The woman trailed off. "My name's Tiffany. Your Adam Lambert, right?"

No fucking duh. Everyone knew at least something about him, but he really didn't feel like being rude. I mean after all, she didn't do anything except order him another drink. But really, she seemed like one of those slutty girls who got laid every other night; yet something made him continue the already fairly dead conversation. "Yeah, that's me. Not exactly what you thought, huh?"

"Well, not really," Tiffany admitted. "But that's alright. People can be wrong sometimes." Adam just looked blankly at her for a couple minutes until the bartender came back with another round of shots. Somehow he had already drunk the last one. "How about you drink this? It'll make you feel better. Adam could have sworn he saw her slip some type of powder into his drink when he wasn't looking. Then again it was getting pretty fucking hard for him even to lift his head, so he probably just imagined it.

Out of nowhere Adam drunkenly asks, "You wanna come home with me? I have, err, something big to show you that I think you'll enjoy very much," Did that really just slip from his mouth? Of course, now he couldn't take it back.. but for some unknown reason bucket list keeps appearing in his mind, and he realizes that maybe what he said wasn't such a bad idea after all.