Texas sunsets are something all their own. The way the colors mix, dancing into each other creating breathtaking shades of tangerine and violet it never gets old to me. The hum of my mustang's engine brings me back to reality and the fact I've been sitting waiting for Melodie to come outside for a soild 10 minutes.

"Women.." I sigh. Mel always takes all the air from a room before exiting, though I'm sure it's all in good spirits we need her dad to believe we're just going to work on college applications and totally not sneaking into emo night downtown. Not that this is the first or last time.

My passenger door opens and staring back with amber eyes is my favorite scorpio. She smiles, there's lipstick on her teeth, I chuckle.

"What bitch ass, lets go before my dad starts checking on us."

"What? He still worried we're secretly dating?"

We both laugh, not that nothing's never happened just a kiss or two but Mel isn't my type and she's too precious to waste a fuck on.

"Nah, but really learn to stop getting lipstick on your teeth"

She slams the mirror down and starts using her finger to rub off her teeth while I start heading out of Brookshire and into Houston. Doors open at 9 but we always fill up on trash food before the vodka assaults our insides.

We arrived at 8:45 no line yet, which is fine we prefer blending in among the actual of age emo kids. This entire scene is both a hilarious joke and a close knit family. Barb's downtown hosts this night every 1st Tuesday of the month and it's solely dedicated to late 90' early 2000's alternative music. It's honestly great, we always have a great time and it's brought out my love for vodka cranberries. Only downside is it's a 21+ event so Mel made us fake IDs, god bless that crafty bitch.

It's 9:03 there's a decent amount of kids now so we get into line. We blend in easy with the group in front of us, typical attire- Black skinnies, worn in slipknot shirt, and converse for me. Ripped black skinnies, new My Chemical Romance shirt Mel got for her birthday and vans. Her icy blonde hair is curled tonight, it's "her new thing" meanwhile a beanie suffices to keep my mud brown hair out of my way. A girl ahead of us looks back and our eyes catch, her eyes show excitement but nerves it's probably her first time.

*The Middle by Jimmy Eats World plays loudly*

"Drinkssssssssssss" Mel drags me to the corner bar, Ali is running it tonight thank god. She's been my favorite bartender here super sweet girl and the one who got me hooked on that damn vodka cranberry. She smiles as we approach the lights from the stage turning her into a red beacon.

"Vodka Cranberry and a double shot pineapple and rum?" She leans over the counter so we aren't screaming into eachothers face. We both nod, smiles far too large, but I've been waiting for tonight all month. I needed this.

Drinks in hand we head to the second floor, Mel's favorite because the floor lights up different colors with the music. *I'm not Okay by MCR starts playing* She screams. Her favorite band. Another squeal and I see the girl from outside singing her lungs out a drink in each hand. Both hers? Or did she steal from a friend in her group? Either way props to her for embracing this.

Slipppgggrrrrugggg

1 down. Who knows how many more to go.

Mel is hanging on Ali at this point both laughing just enjoying the music. I'm only 3 drinks deep, just enough to numb myself and start feeling the music. Fresh girl (I've come to call her that) has drank more than me or any of her friends for that matter but I can't take my eyes of her. She's perfect, you can tell she takes care of herself, her red hair keeps flailing everything- she gestures outsides with a cigarette in her hand but she still heads out alone. Perfect.

11:24 It's crisp outside as I step onto the deck, she's standing at the rail digging for a lighter as I walk over.

"Here" I hand her my bic, her glazed eyes meet mine and she smiles ear to ear, oh yes this is perfect.

"Wow, thank you. I guess chivalry isn't dead" She laughs too loudly at her "classic" joke.

I smile.

"I saw you in line with your girlfriend"

"She's not my girlfriend" I'm annoyed. Mel is Mel and nothing more for fucks sake.

"Yeah well that sucks y'all are both hot. But i'm trashed so i could be lying" No filter, perfect.

She drunk chit chats while we start walking down the stairs to the parking lot and down San Jacinto St, she's from Katy currently in school at the university of Boulder, CO, she came back home to meet her niece who was born saturday, not that I care. We're walking past an automotive shop when I push her into the alley against the wall and my lips meet hers.

First she's stiff- questioning herself and I, but she softens and melts into my chest and my mouth. Letting me guide her down the alley deeper and deeper until she hits the very back wall. My hands running down to the hem of her shirt then inside. She's cold, her nipples can't hide that, I'm twisting and teasing enjoying the little sighs and moans that escape her red lips. She starts fumbling with my belt, I push her hands away. Oh, honey that's not where this is going sadly.

My hands grip around her throat- her eyes widen looking into mine, she's trying to fight, trying to kick and scratch but she's too weak. Gotta love alcohol. My hands grip tighter digging into her skin forcing her slighly off the ground. The life is fading from her eyes quickly now, she's not fighting anymore. As her eyes empty a shiver runs through my body, like an electric shock but it feels fantastic. I drop her to the ground, she was perfect. I pull off her jewelry, take her wallet, and toss her into the dumpster. "Goodnight- Addison" I toss her shit in separate dumpsters and sewer openings on my way back to Barb's.

It's 12:15 by the time I step back into the bar I was only gone long enough that Mel is sitting behind the bar basically asleep but not noticed I was gone. Ali helps her up and I take over carrying her to my car and getting her buckled in, bucket at her feet just in case. Can't ruin the interior.

Another wonderful emo night, for both Mel and I.