Playing With Fire

"Blue eyes are the WORST." I grumbled under my breath, narrowing my eyes to shield the blinding rays that poured through my windshield. I lifted a hand from the steering wheel and flipped the visor down, to no avail. "and being short is just as annoying." I straightened my posture, trying to line myself behind the useless shield. My eyes scanned the road, making sure there was no traffic before I quickly popped open the glovebox on the passenger side of the vehicle. I thrusted my hand into the compartment and blindly searched for a pair of sunglasses, trying to keep my eyes on the road. After a few moments, I finally found them and slipped them onto my face. The dark frames had an annoying long scratch, but it was better than being blinded by the sunlight.

The drive was the longest I had ever taken, and my anxiety was at an all time high, but I knew it was going to be worth it.

Just one more hour on the road, and the landscapes had already began to blur around me.

Thirty more minutes, and I was imagining how the night was going to play out in my head. I had been saving for this trip for months, so I hoped I could keep my composure and above all, keep my distance. After all, the chase was much more satisfying than the end of it all.

I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and turned off the engine. I sat in silence, collecting my thoughts and trying to muster every bit of courage I had in me. Was this really something I should do? Would it come across as weird or creepy? Shaking the discouraging thoughts out of my head, I grabbed my small bag out of the back seat and got out of my vehicle. I was already here, so the least I could do is show up. If he doesn't recognize me, that's fine, I can still enjoy my night.

After checking into my room, I quickly get to work, and in no time at all, my clothes were laid out on the bed, and my toiletries and makeup covered the sink outside of the bathroom. I took a deep breath and began to get ready, making sure my outfit and makeup had looked perfect.

My entire body was shaking with excitement, as I stood outside of the club a few hours later, slipping my thin black mask down over my eyes. I adjusted my black dress, pulling the bottom down over my fishnet adorned thighs as far as it could go. I rarely dressed like this; the dress being so tight, it showed every curve of my body, and only came down to my upper thighs. I looked hot.

My heart thumped wildly in time with the loud bass of the music as I stepped into the club. The lights flashed over the crowd and I scanned the mass of heads, looking for one in particular. After finally spotting the target, the corner of my mouth lifted into a small smirk and I moved to take a seat at the bar.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked loudly, trying to make himself heard over the loud music and crowd gathered around the long counter. I looked over, and smiled at the man.

"Just a sprite, please." I responded. He seemed disappointed by my choice, but I brushed it off. I didn't drink, and even if I did, I wanted to be sure that I was sober. Alcohol always has the tendency to lower my inhibitions, and I knew it would take one look from my target, and I would turn into putty in his gaze. The bartender placed the glass down in front of me, and I placed a bill on the counter. "Keep the change."

I grabbed the soda, and turned back around on the stool, facing the crowd as I slowly sipped the beverage through the thin paper straw. My eyes found him once again, and I watched as him and his group danced and laughed under the flashing lights. They seemed to be having fun, and as much as I wanted to just walk up and join them, I was adamant to follow through with my plan. I set the drink back on the bar counter, using the napkin to dry the condensation off of my fingertips, before standing up and walking to the large mass of dancers.