The Back Room

I don’t remember much of last night as I slowly sit up in bed. My head feels like it’s a cinder block and my muscles scream as I stand up and stumble into the bathroom.


The first thing is that I’m shirtless and I’ve slept in my jeans. The second thing is there is a white powdered stain on my face and jeans and as I look at my face I notice a red stain of lipstick smeared my face after inspecting my reflection in the mirror. My brain starts to ache as I think back to last night and who might’ve left this mark but images come and go.


I’m stumbling up to the bar. I see a girl ordering a drink. Her hair was dyed a dark red. I slowly move over and I honestly don’t know if it was because the bartender was there or I wanted to talk to her. She must’ve thought that was the case because she immediately turned away from me as I ordered my drink.


I lean back and grab at my head, which feels like it’s pulsing. I can’t tell if I’m hungover or still drunk and consider the latter as I walk to my kitchen cupboards to get some paracetamol. As I wash them down more events start to flood back to me...


Time passes. She’s talking to me and we’re in a corner booth. She points towards the back room and beckons me to follow her.


There are many people. I don’t remember any names just faces and features. At some point they crowd around the table and encouraged me to follow. I looked down and see pills, powder and any substance under the sun sitting there waiting to be taken and start seeing the people there grab at their personal choices. I hesitate but move closer.


Everything’s blurry and vibrant. The colours of the bar are intense and the music is pulsing through me like a heartbeat. I order another drink and-


I’m in the back room again with the girl and we’re sitting down and she looks over to me and leans closer and-


I snap out of it as I make a cup of coffee. I feel satisfied with my recollection and realise that my heads still feels fuzzy. I look down at my jeans again. I’m still on something from last night. As I realise this, the room starts to spin again and my vision starts to become unreliable and before I collapse on the floor I have one last flash of the back room and the girl as everything goes black.

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