Yeah... that was the first time I met Eileen. I'll admit, when I first met her I had a small crush on her, but that slowly went away after I found out she prefered more of the fast party life while I preferred a nice slow life of admiring the scenery. How did I find that out you ask? Well, sometimes late at night she'd come home drunk and she'd collapse by her door and let out some kind of yell of pain. Sometimes the falls would be loud enough that I could hear them all the way to my room. So, I'd leave my room and go help her out when she needed it. Nobody else did. I didn't understand why.

But after this became a consistent thing, it just turned to be more of a turn-off than anything. I dreamt of her every now and then, doing certain things that I'd prefer not to speak about which always very very sadly ended with me waking up all sweaty and semen all over my boxers. But further into my first year of living in the apartment, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. Like I wasn't alone. So one night, I decided to go out on a night on the town with Eileen since her friends were all busy for the night surprisingly.

"Come on, Henry. Loosen up. It'll be fun," Eileen had Henry's hand in her own, pulling him into the very loud club. Once Henry took his first step in, he was blinded by flashing lights and deafened by the loud bass line that made the entire club jump with life, "I'm going to hit the dance floor before I grab a drink! Just do whatever comes naturally to you! Just remember, it's a club, you're meant to have fun!"

And with that, Eileen disappeared into the crowd of people. Henry looked around for a moment before heading over to the bar and sitting down on one of the stools. Henry didn't drink often, he did every now and then but it was normally something hard so he could keep his mind off of it for a long time, and that's just what he requested when the bar tender came over.

A couple drinks later, a woman walked over and sat beside him. She was wearing a fairly short skirt and a low-cut top that showed off a bit too much of her breasts, he couldn't really tell the color because of the alcohol making every seem to mix together, the lights didn't help much either. He stared for a moment before the woman spoke with a small Puerto Rican accent.

"You like what you see?" She asked, her voice dripping with a lustful poison. Henry felt his face heat up into a blush before he turned away. She giggled.

"My name is Cynthia Velasquez if you want to know a little bit more," she openly flirted with Henry as she placed a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it, "What's your name?"

"Henry. Henry Townshend," he replied, before hiccuping slightly. He covered his mouth, the redness in his face darkening from embarrassment. Cynthia laughed again before ordering a cherry martini.

"So. What brings you here? You're not a regular at this club," Cynthia began prodding, the bar tender set her drink infront of her before dropping a cherry in it. She smiled up at him letting it sit for a moment.

"A friend asked me to come here with them."

"Really? They abandoned you I bet. I bet this is your first time at a club, too," she plucked the cherry from the martini glass, slipping it into her mouth. The action made Henry uncomfortable in more than one way. He quickly downed his drink, placed some money on the table then bolted out of the club despite staggering to get to the door. When he got onto the streets he noticed it was dark and he began wondering how long he'd be in there. At least it were cooler out here than in there.

Henry began walking down the streets to get back to the apartment, staggering and leaning his weight against walls all the way there. He was feeling extremely tired, probably the alcohol working its magic. All he wanted to do was rest, but it was still a little while before the apartment was to come. How did Eileen always do this?

His body, unable to stand the poisons affects any longer, collapsed under his weight, forcing him to pass out finding himself in a sweet bliss when his eyes closed. Though rather than feeling the pain of the hard cold ground flying into his body he felt a warmth cradling his body as though he were something more delicate than a flower.

When he opened his eyes again, he'd found himself on the couch of his apartment. His vision was extremely blurry, though he felt a presence over his body. He couldn't tell who or what it was. His head was in too much pain to even try and comprehend. He closed his eyes again, but before he drifted back into his slumber, he felt a warmth over his lips. He didn't know what it was, but he just went with it until it went away.