A/N: The title comes from Divide the Day's 'Let it Roll'. OC Ruo is mine. The Akatsuki and all other characters belong to Naruto's creator (his name is on the tip of my tongue...) T_T Please R&R!
I sat on the barstool, staring down at my drink, waiting for a good song to blast. I was sick of the shitty pop garbage all the clubs... All those songs sounded almost the same. It was ridiculous. Bored with my drink - my third of the night, I was slightly drunk - I took a look around the club. Red, yellow, blue, and magenta lights flashed and panned along with the rib-cracking bass from said shitty pop songs. Girls were grinding on their boys. Boys were feeling on their girls. The male bartenders looked entertained as drunk women ordered "just one more" Kahlua and cream, spilling their breasts over the counter, hoping to -er- lower the price. The female bartenders looked almost as bored as I felt, except for the few who flirted with half-drunk husbands. I kept looking, seeking that strange energy I was always after. It was nowhere to be found. I decided that before I bailed on this shithole, I would bust a move on the dance floor. Now, mind, I was drunk enough to think I had rhythm. I could play a guitar and the drums, and I could sing, but dancing? Jesus, no. No, no, no. I guess I was secretly wishing the dance floor would turn into a mosh pit. That would be fucking fantastic.
I made my way through sweating bodies, booze-breath, and smog to the DJ's turntable.
He mouthed "I can't hear you!" and ignored me.
Irritated and with an ever-shortening fuse, I grabbed the tablet and pen he had set out for "requests" and scrawled "heavy fucking metal", to which he wrote back, "wrong club, bitch". I threw the paper and pen back at him and stormed through the crowd, not caring who I pushed or knocked over. I was in a semi-drunken stupor, but my anger was ridding me of the drunkenness.
Once outside, I breathed in fresh air and was greeted with a splitting headache. Water. Dammit... I should have gotten a bottle to go. Holding my head in my hands, I retreated to the alley between the club and a ramen shop. I collapsed onto my ass and started drifting off.
What could have been a few minutes or a few hours later, I was face-to-face with some guy with magenta-red eyes. He was furious, and completely sober. I was now piss-drunk, having not had water and no longer being angry.
"Their music suck... suck... SUCKS," I spat, slurring my words.
The man glared at me, "yeah, it fuckin' does..." He grabbed the collar of my jacket and pulled me up. My feet barely touched the ground. "You knocked me and my drink over on the way out, bitch, and my friend doesn't plan on paying for a second one!" He finished his rant with "that money-grubbing bastard..." and returned his steely glare to me.
"What of it, maaaaan? Just get another one yah-self..." I hiccuped and smiled stupidly at him. I think - hic- I might... ugh... -hic-... p-p-put me down... I'm gonna- FUCK!" I threw myself to the side, smashing my wrists awkwardly on the pavement and vomiting at the guy's feet. "Ahh..." I spluttered, feeling another episode coming on. The man above me made no move to grab me or leave; he just stared at me. I looked out of the alley and saw someone blending into the tree across from the ramen shop. I couldn't make out his features; half of his face was in shadow, but his eyes were yellow, and something weird and spiky enveloped his body. I gasped, and attempted to point. The minimal effort made me wretch again, this time more painful than the last as my stomach emptied itself. With shaky arms, I held myself up. I didn't want to fall into my embarrassing puddle of vomit. My eyelids were so heavy, and I just wanted to fall asleep. As I collapsed, I blacked out completely.
