-I may not be your cup of tea, but I'm your 10th shot of tequila-

Courtney Pov:

All I could hear, or feel for that matter, was the booming pulse of the bass. It is really unbelievable that I let Bridgette talk me into going to a club with her. It'll be fun. 'You need to get out more!' she told me. Call me crazy, but I would have been perfectly fine drinking cheap gas station wine in our dorm room alone. Especially since I just know that Bridgette will be making out with her boyfriend, Geoff, the whole time and I will end up being their third wheel. Again. Somehow I don't think this will be 'fun.' At least I can drink enough so I won't be able to remember this tomorrow. It is an unhealthy habit, I know.

"Come on, Court. Geoff is waiting," Bridge nudged me on.

"Oh joy," I muttered sarcastically. "Go sit down. I'm gonna get a drink." I tell her with a sigh while I walked up to the bar.

"Okay," Bridgette replied with a half-smile, and then found Geoff sitting in a booth in the back.

"Can I get a scotch and soda?" I said to the bar tender loud enough to hear over the noise of the club. He nodded and fixed my drink.

I turned and Bridge was waving me over to her and Geoff's booth.

"How you doin' Mocha?" Geoff asked. I smiled at his little nickname for me.

"I'm doing okay," I lied; flashing a fake smile. But, hey, they didn't need to worry about that.

I took a sip of the scotch to try to break the awkward silence that was configuring between the three of us. Geoff and Bridgette exchanged looks, like they are telepathic or some shit.

"We're gonna go dance, okay. So please don't be too antisocial, and please at least try to drink too much." Bridgette's olive eyes flashed with worry. She should know by now that I like it better by myself.

"I'll be fine, Bridge," I waved her off. "Go have fun." I told her as I finished my drink.

There's one.

I made my way from across the club. I better take a seat by the bar instead of walking back and forth.

Some pop song boomed from the surround sound speakers. It was irritating, repetitive, and, the worst part, catchy. No doubt that stupid shit would get stuck in my head by the end of the night. I glanced in the direction of the dance floor and saw Bridgette and Geoff grinding to the beat. I scrunched my nose at the sight. That is more of my best friends than I ever wanted to see.

Don't get me wrong, I love them both with all of my heart, but I definitely don't need to see them suck face every day.

"What can I get for you, cutie?" an overly cheerful voice asked politely.

I rolled my eyes and answered," Whatever you have that can make me forget who I am the fastest."

"Tequila?" The overly happy bartender asked.

"Sure," I sighed, slight defeat lacing my voice.

I took the tiny glass and tipped it back. The bitter liquid snaked down my throat as I grimaced at the taste.

I stole another glance at my two best friends as a pang of jealousy hit me. I couldn't help but feel lonely around them, despite the fact that they are my closest, if not my only, friends

Most other people just passed me off as your stereotypical, prissy bitch. I kind of hurt, but I try not to focus on that fact so much.

Loneliness was starting to set in.

I tipped back another shot and laid my face in my hands. Quickly, I picked my head up, making sure that no one saw. With a deep breath, I forced down another.

That's four.

"Hey, Princess, drinking a bit much are we?" a foreign voice asked, smirking.

"Um…" I started. "Do I know you?" You'd think I would remember someone with a bright green mohawk.

Mohawk guy chuckled at me, "Not yet you don't."

"And you are only the fourth guy to use that line on me tonight," I lied smoothly. "And why did you call me Princess?" I questioned.

"You seem proper, uptight, prissy, and well put together."

I laughed at his last statement. "I am in a club a lone at 11:30 at night, getting drunk off my ass, and you call that well put together? Must be out of your fucking mind." I chuckled again. "And thanks for the uptight part by the way…" I rolled my eyes.

"Welcome, babe," the punk smirked at me again.

"You do not even know my name. And you still call me babe?" I inquired.

"Pretty much. And?" He shot me a questioning look.

"You may be almost as fucked up as I am." I shook my head. "It's Courtney, by the way." I gave him a weak smile.

"Duncan." He smiled, then it quickly turned into a smirk. "So you're here alone?"

I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I'm her with my friend Bridgette," I hesitated a bit. "And her boyfriend Geoff." I pointed them out on the crowded dance floor. "But I might as well have come alone." I continued. We shuddered in unison at the couple still sucking face.

Another shot.

"Then why did you come?" Duncan asked, sounding sincere.

"Bridge told me that I needed to 'get out more,'" I air-quoted. "But the joke's on her, cause I can get drunk all by myself." I added, staring at the little glass.

"Truthful drunk, huh?" Punk boy observed.

"I guess…" I blew a strand of hair out of my face. "More like 'realizes all the problems you drink to forget' drunk." I could feel wetness toying at my eyes, and threatening to fall. I blinked them back until they disappeared.

"So where's your boyfriend, Princess?"

Ugh. I really wish he hadn't said that.

"Non-existent," I sighed, looking down at my red painted nails. Not that it had been at the top of my list of priorities, but the fact had recently been perturbing me lately. I tipped back another drink.

That's six.

Things are starting to get shaky… Good, I needed to start loosening up anyway.

A/N: Okay so this was originally going to have more on it, but I didn't feel like typing it out. And it was kinda long already. Plus, I really wanted to get this out here. I am excited c: Anyway, Review and such. Update might take a while, sorry. School is staring soon, ew. I love you guys. Have a lovely day :)