┊| ‘ ʟᴜxᴇ ᴡᴀs, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ, ʜɪs sᴀғᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ. the loud music, the endless alcohol, the people that exuded sex appeal - they were what he needed if only to get daisy out of his mind and his father pushed even farther to the dark recesses that he refused to acknowledge. distraction. all he needed was a distraction. on his sixth, maybe seventh, drink of the night, the male was beginning to feel a buzz and that cause him to ask the closest person, ‘ what’s the best way to forget shit that you don’t want to remember? ’
“Well, let’s see...” Isobel had been patrolling Luxe all night, though at this time of night, it was rare to find someone within an inch of their sobriety. It was work, yes, but more than that; it was an end to the endless nights alone. It was a distraction from the man she’d said she loved and who said he loved her... up until he told her he couldn’t stand her phone sex career anymore because she was giving herself to other people (after that, it had been all I’ll show you and screams and fights and breakups and...). She put her focus, however, on the man in front of her, an arm draping over his shoulder. “You could spend the rest of your night looking around for someone who’s going to satisfy all of your urges, or... you could realize that that girl’s right in front of you and do horrible things to her. Or you know. Let her do horrible things to you.”
