We have to stop meeting like this - Alexander

T: about 1am
P: Raven’s
W: slightly chilly summer night air. Not a cloud to be seen.


The atmosphere was heavy with what could only be considered drunken air. If it wasn’t smoke from cigarettes, it was the hormones that danced in the air. Music, soft and mellow, played in the background, only adding to the slightly dazed ambience. Almost every table was occupied with most faces being the regulars of Raven’s. It was nice to be out without the guys keeping her on a tight leash for once. They didn’t mean to, but they tried so hard to keep her safe that she almost felt suffocated at times. That was why she had decided to go out for the night, alone, and dressed to impress. She needed to feel free; to be able to breath freely. Michael was fortunately nowhere near her, making the instinctive desire to be close to him subside and leave space for her alcoholism-like tendencies to flourish. She had lost count on many servings of whiskey she had indulged in through the evening, and with the night creeping well past the witching hour, it was no wonder she was intoxicated to a point where it was quite obvious.
Wearing her bodycon burgundy colored dress with the plunging neckline and cut out at the left thigh, she showed exactly what she found the most attractive about herself; her long legs and her quite round and perky breasts. Her mate mark was somewhat visible, showing the first couple of letters of Michael’s name in gorgeous lettering on her collarbone. Her makeup, dark and mysterious, left a slight hint to strangers that she was indeed magical in some way, and her golden amber eyes confirmed it.
With yet another serving of whiskey in her hand, feeling the ice cube nudging against the inside of the glass once in a while, she turned her attention to some man that placed himself across from her without asking for permission. “Can I help you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. The man,looking like he had been out emptying the content of his stomach down over himself, smirked at her in that way only someone too intoxicated to even managing a smile could. He muttered something about how much she took for a night, which made her scoff. “Get lost.” She simply answered, before she looked away and took a sip of her drink. The man clearly didn’t understand the hint, or maybe he didn’t care, as he began scrambling for his wallet. “No. Get lost.” She said once more, slightly louder. The man now got up from his seat and towered in over her, and with a raspy voice demanded loudly that she stated her price, or he would have his way with her without paying a dime. “Go away. You reek.” She sighed, only to have the man angrily grab onto her jaw, leaning in for a kiss while Cass tried to pull away.