#stiatt

Luna could feel the music pulse through her, her hands moving up her neck to run through her hair as she danced against the man in front her. She was one drink in to not caring who it was, all she knew was she was having a good time. Laughing softly as the guy buried his face in her neck, whispering something dirty in her ear she waved it off, stumbling back slightly. “I’m getting another drink! Don’t move,” she pointed to him, forgetting his name as she moved away, her heeled feet leading her to the bar. Leaning over it, she reached for a bottle of whiskey, which was just out of her reach, lifting her self off her feet using her arms to get better leverage. “Come on---” she muttered.