Riley was supposed to be trying to get her shit together. The twins were getting older. They’d start to realize that their birth mom wasn’t much of anything. And she was trying, to a point. She’d decreased the partying, decreased the mindless sex with various fuck buddies, even decreased the drugs - but it wasn’t gone from her life. Tonight, her friends texted, wanting to go out, to have fun. She hadn’t been in almost 2 weeks, and gave into temptation.
Slipping into a classic outfit - her little black dress, she left her hair down in loose waves. The dress clung to her curves without being too tight so she could dance and move. The neckline dipped down in a sharp V, displaying ample cleavage. She paired it with low heels, something comfortable yet she wouldn’t break her ankle after several drinks.
Meeting up with a small group of people, they entered the club. She hadn’t been to this one in a really long time. Of course, the first thing she did was get a drink. The second, try to get into the VIP area - without success. Time passed, and she spent it drinking and dancing, popping a few pills here and there, doing a couple lines in the bathroom. She was feeling good as she made her way to the dance floor, her body swaying to the beat. Within moments, she had a dance partner coming right up behind her, a strong arm around her, moving with her. She was oblivious to the fact that anyone had noticed her, that anyone might be watching her, lost in her own little world.
