VI) Too Much to Drink

                                    

                                          
WARNING: CONTAINS NSFW
                          
The flashing lights and blaring music proved to be an attraction, not just to Adrien, but to many members of the city. It was usually a secret, tucked away in a dark little alley between two large buildings. Tonight though, people flocked to the cozy bar, seeking out alcohol to drown their sorrows, or to celebrate an occasion. 
                          
Apparently, as Adrien was filled in on the way, Alya had insisted that Nino take him to a bar. Her main point was that he needed a drink, and Nino may not have said it, but Adrien could tell that she'd included his need to get laid as well.
                          
Yes, it was true that Adrien was a twenty-four-year-old virgin, one of the facts that he tried not to have exposed. It was embarrassing enough, and usually resulted in teasing. While almost everyone he knew had long since lost their virginity, he still remained untouched. Even Marinette, who he'd have thought would abstain, had lost hers to Luka three years prior.
                          
Walking into the bar, there's a long hallway that opens up into the main bar area. On the hallway walls were framed photos of regulars and supports, as well as employees and management. In the main area were tables filled with people, drinking and laughing the night away. To his left was a stage and a dance floor with a live band performing, which wasn't half bad. To the right, there was another hallway, and two signs above the entryway: bathrooms and private rooms. The atmosphere of the whole place was very welcoming, and Adrien instantly felt comfortable in this new place.
                          
Nino led Adrien to the open bar, where three open stools were their for the taking. They sat and ordered liquor shots to begin their night. "Hey! Adrien, Nino? Is that you guys?" The duo turned around and found Kim and Max, their faces shadowed due to the low lighting. Max looked relatively the same as his high school days, other than his more casual fashion choices. Kim was just about the same, only with the startings of a beard and a silver band on his left hand.
                          
"Hey guys. Where are Sabrina and Marlena?" Nino asked casually. Oh... right. He was in the know.
                          
"It's girls night, so we figured we'd have a boy's night." The seat to Adrien's right opened up, so Max and Kim took the open stools. "Where have you been, Adrien? I've seen your photos on magazine covers and whatnot, but you kind of fell off the face of planet earth." Max questioned, signaling for a shot of his own.
                          
"I've been extremely busy with work, I left my friends in the dust. I'm trying to remedy that though." Max flipped his shot and set the glass onto the bartop.
                          
"So that's why you're here?" Adrien nodded and ordered a whiskey. There was a girl on the dance floor, her long brown hair was curled and loose, the locks temporarily shielding Adrien's view of her curves. She wore a short black dress that left little to the imagination. In response to the music, she ran her delicate hands around her body and through her hair seductively, making eye contact with Adrien at the bar.
                          
"So, Nino." Kim started, his beer in his hand. "How's it going with Alya? You two still dating?" 
                          
"Yeah, it's going great! She'll be my wife in a couple months, so, I guess we're still dating." Nino chuckled. The conversation continued, no doubt with some kind of congratulations, but Adrien heard none of it. He found it increasingly hard to pay attention. His eyes were constantly drawn back to the dancing girl, who reciprocated his gaze every time. Her stare was intense and drew him in. "Adrien? You okay?" Nino asked, pulling his face to the side. "Maybe this wasn't such a... oh. You see someone." Nino watched as Adrien helplessly stood from his stool and approached the dance floor, towards a skanky looking young woman.
                          
As Adrien came closer, he could see the fire in the girl's olive eyes, and watched it dance as she did. She seemed so familiar, and yet so foreign. Four feet apart, and he could see her face in full. Her long lashes were curled and black, directing his eyes to her full lips when her heavy lids closed. Adrien gathered all his courage before speaking to her. "May I have this dance?" He asked as the band played a slower song. A smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips, and she pulled his hand into hers. She didn't seem weirded out about a random man approaching her. Did she think he was hot? Did she know him?