such a pain ➸ v&s

Starting this year just like the last, by getting an old man to buy me drinks. If he's lucky, he can pay for my nails too! Doesn't that sound fun? I always love to press my luck, call me a clover killer. Getting more is just... fun? I don't know, nothing gets me excited quite like a surprise gift. Especially when I don't have to ask for it or steal it myself, like, aww, how thoughtful! 

The worst thing about old men is that they never know what I want. Especially in this district, I hate when a man looks like he has money just to tell me he works in a factory. Like, that's a job for a dad, don't you have a family to provide for or something? Hard work is unattractive these days, I want a man who launders. 

I'm wrapped around this man's arm like a silk glove until the bartender sets down a white russian with my name on it - time to get the hell out of here! 

"Hey- hey!" Ew, clingy alert, "hm?" I say, the taste of coffee liquor on my tongue. Before I can take another sip, the man grabs me by the arm and I panic punch him in the face. We got separated quick after that, with a bouncer coming and kicking me out of the club. No drinks go to waste though, I'd like to say I chugged it but it was more like desperately sipping while being dragged out of a smoker's joint. 

I've got to stop going to these shitty bars, girls. This isn't even the first of the night, I've just been wandering down this strip all night drinking what I can get my hands on. I think I had too many shots - how long have I been crying for? It's too cold for this, why don't my parents care where I am? Where the fuck is Rho?! 

God, I need a shoulder to cry on, stat. Well, what I really need is another drink and a make up wipe, and then a dumb man with a lot of money. Failing to look at myself and walk at the same time, I just collapse on the bench next to some other drunk woman and I start bawling my eyes out. "This is so embarrassing," I say, until I look over and see how depressed this woman looks. 

Even her eyebags are knock off. 

I start crying harder after looking at her, "why is my life so hard?! I just wanted a- a- good night," this year sucks already!