I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the row of liquor bottles in the barback. First thing I notice are my red lips and the way my thick eye liner makes my caramel brown eyes pop. I look pretty pathetic sitting there by myself with my empty glass. I shake off the feeling and order another shot of crown and a Jack&Coke to wash it down. After I pay the nice lady I slam the shot and guzzle a good third of my drink. 'Still pathetic' I think to myself. That shot hit me in just the right place and my insecurities started to melt away, just how I liked them. At this time of night it's just now starting to pick up, the music vibrated the liquid in the liquor bottles like a scene off of Jurassic Park. The lights were dimmer and the colorful strobes finally have come out to play. I hear muddled talking and laughter all around me. I find myself wishing I hadn't come alone, but at the same time my therapist says I should find ways to feel more comfortable doing things by myself. She says it's a codependency thing. Going out drinking probably wasn't the best solution but eh, at least I'm trying?
I hear the music start thumping to a familiar beat, with my inhibitions lowered I start wiggling in my seat. I can feel the liquid courage bubbling through me from my feet to my finger tips. I order another shot of Crown, throw it back, shove my phone and my wallet into my leather jacket pocket, grab my drink and head over to the dance floor.
I start to sway to the music, just barely dipping my toes into the melody. Sipping on my drink, I find myself drawn...