SHOT SEVEN: BLAH BLAH BLAH {GOKUDERA}
Boy, come on give me rock stuff
Come put a little love it my glove bag
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
You were never good enough for them all. You were just a stupid woman after all and you knew you'd never be treated with the same respect as the men in your field. You were just as good as they were, just as talented but you were just a woman, not as good as a man. And you weren't good enough for your boyfriend, the cheating bastard. You weren't the perfect little girlfriend, all femininity and cuteness.
And maybe that's what made you do this, live this double life of sorts. You were buttoned down and reserved by day, a dangerous assassin for your family, all work and no play. But come these nights, your body fueled by alcohol and suppressed rage and aggression at the world at large, you lived a second life, this life.
But you didn't want to focus on all that right now, your alcohol-soaked brain wasn't letting you focus on that right now. No, right now you were focused on this, the same situation you always found yourself in on nights like this, the adrenaline filled situation you'd come to crave. Right now there was just you and him and this dark, secluded corner of the bar.
"I'm Gok…" he started to say, his words slurred. You didn't want to hear it though and you smashed your lips onto his hungrily before he could finish the introduction.
"I don't want to know. I don't care," you muttered out around his lips, your hand tracing down to the front of his pants, fondling him.
He groaned and shoved you harder back into the wall. You both knew what you were after, a one-stand quickie in the back of a crowded club, each of you using the other. Your hands twined in his silver hair as he grabbed your thighs, raising them up to his waist as he ground into you.
You knew that come morning, your brain no longer functioning on hormones and liquor, you'd feel cheap, degraded and dirty but that didn't stop what was happening now, that wouldn't stop it from happening again, different faces but no names. Because maybe that's the way you wanted to feel, maybe that's how you really viewed yourself.