we wrote a story. / grease + alecto blitz

Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart knows the fire. It knows its heat, how it wraps its arms around everything there is to see. They say the night is cold, but ice does not reign here, beneath lights like neon stars, between bodies burning with alcohol and adrenaline. Or perhaps my skin is of steel and I can no longer feel it, perhaps I have become the ice itself.

Either way, I don't give a single fuck. All I want is to get laid and break every rule that's ever tied my wrists.

"Grease," I say. The words roll off of my lips like molasses. My hands reach out to hers just to lightly brush them- but I want to do so much more than that. "Do you think," and my eyes trail along the curves of her lips as I speak, "you want to go somewhere else?"

When I speak, I half expect to taste liquor on my own breath, but I'm not the least bit drunk. I don't need to be wasted for this, not with someone like her.