"Why do you believe in the goodness of others?"
Manon sat at the barstool of the club, picking at her nails and downing the occasional shot, when the girl sat beside her and stole her breath. A straight sheet of black hair rolled down the strangers back, brushed back to reveal pale, creamy skin, plump, red painted lips and eyes of onyx. Manon’s eyes scoped down the short girl. She had big boobs and a small waist and legs. But damn, was she gorgeous.
The stranger ordered a drink and turned to face Manon, staring her down. But the drunk side of her brain wasn’t backing down. In fact, drunk Manon was a bitch to actual, logical Manon. Manon stuck a hand out.
“I’m Manon” She declared, holding the strangers gaze.
“Elide” The girl answers, not bothering to take Manon’s outstretched hand and instead grabbing her drink from the bar. Manon watched the girl drink, her throat bobbing. Elide winced at the taste, causing Manon to laugh.
“Alright, Manon, why are you staring at me?”
“I find you incredibly gorgeous” Manon shrugs. In the back of her mind, logical Manon was losing her shit. Manon took another shot.
“Why are you here Manon? You’re quite attractive yourself. Someone like you shouldn’t be in shitty bar” Manon doesn’t question what exactly that meant about Elide.
“I got stood up at the restaurant next door” Manon remarks before throwing back another shot.
“Why do you believe in the goodness of others? The worlds full of people like that” Manon almost chokes at the comment.
“With boobs like that, I’m doubtful anyone’s ever stood you up” Now it’s Elide’s turn to choke.
“Trust me, people have tried worse” Elide scowls, before taking another shot.
“Wha- Oh” Manon realises. “Oh, I’m sorry” Elide shrugs the apology off.
“No point you apologising. And I’m not drunk enough to deal with your sympathy so let me take some shots then do something to distract me.” Elide almost seems to grind the words out before grabbing taking another shot. Then another. Then another. Manon starts chugging as well, trying to block out the thoughts going through her head. Elide seemed decent enough, and probably didn’t deserve whatever she got. Maybe Manon shouldn’t have believed in the goodness of her stood up date and maybe Elide deserved more.
As the night progressed, Manon found Elide prettier and prettier under the haze of alcohol and the club lights and found herself leaning across and attaching her lips to Elide’s and it was more intoxicating than any alcohol Manon consumed that night. And then Elide suggested they get out of here and Manon was reassuring her that people could be good and Elide was challenging that and then they were in Elides apartment and their clothes were across the floor and Manon was pretty sure she had never felt so good and when she woke up with Elide curled naked into her side she realised that maybe it was a good thing she got stood up.