In Trouble

**Keira's POV***

“Come on, Keira, don't be a bore. You are not a nerd, you know.”

“No way, I'm not feeling it,” I replied. 

“Come on, how do you expect to get lucky if you don't relieve your stress? Do you think straight?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Not interested in that. Besides, there's nothing that's going to help me achieve the task given to me.*

Elena paused for a moment before she spoke again.

“What if we go out and meet some people who can give us more info on this Drake guy? If you really want to succeed with this mission, then you have to be open to strangers.” 

I thought about it for a moment and replied, “Alright, let's go then.” 

She smiled brightly. I knew Elena just wanted an excuse to go clubbing anyway, but what she said made sense. This would be a great opportunity for me to get some stress out of my head. Also, maybe I might be lucky to find out more about Drake, even though I wasn't sure I was going to succeed. Let me give myself the benefit of the doubt. 

We arrived at this club called Rexo - my first time here, and from first impressions it felt really peaceful here, which made me smile.  

“Eleina, does this bar burn incense? I feel so comfortable,” I asked as the smell of incense filled the room. 

“Uhm…I don't smell anything,” she said, looking around the bar for someone burning incense. But when she found nothing, she shrugged her shoulders and suggested we get something to drink. 

I was hesitant because getting drunk is something I haven't done in a while now, but as soon as Elena started pouring herself a glass of red wine, I gave in and filled one glass too; surprisingly, it didn't taste bad at all! After another glass of wine (or two), I could feel my head spinning already-so much that it was getting harder to see Elena clearly! Not wanting her to see my drunken state, I quickly informed her that I needed the restroom before anything else could become obvious enough for her to notice. 

When I got back, she urged me to have another glass, but with all the drunkenness coming over me, I knew this wouldn't end well if I took her suggestion seriously, so instead I decided to take it easy and observe how others drank-although drinking more than one glass wasn't exactly doing wonders. 

To stop Elena from urging me to have a drink, I decided to succumb and poured myself another glass of wine. 

“Easy now, Keira, that's no water you have there, you have to be careful with the way you drink, else I'm afraid you cannot even walk out of this room in one piece.”

“I know, I'll be sure not to get drunk.” Honestly, I wasn't even sure about what I was saying. I was drinking so much that I didn't even think about how drunk I might get. 

I only felt I was getting out of control the moment I started feeling light-headed.

I shook my head, trying to clear my eyes, but it was getting even dizzier. 

Oh no, this can't be happening. I haven't even asked around about Drake. Who do I ask now, with this drunken state I'm in?

“Keira, are you okay?” Elena asked. 

I took my gaze up at her. I couldn't see her face properly, but at the same time, I didn't want her to know I had become more tipsy. If I couldn't even recognize her, doesn't this mean I am highly drunk now? 

“Uhm, excuse me, Elena, I think I need to use the restroom again.” 

“Sure, I'll be waiting for you then.”

I carefully stood up from my chair and instantly felt my legs wobble. Shit! No doubt, I was truly drunk this time. 

I sucked in a deep breath and gradually walked out of the bar area, down to the passage where the symbol of the restroom was boldly drawn. All I have to do is take a leak and I will be okay. I breathed a sigh of relief before delving into the restroom. 

After taking a leak, I still didn't feel better. I was still feeling drowsy, and I had to get out of there. My interview can wait for another day. For now, I just have to get home before I make a mess of myself. 

Just as I got out of the corridor, I bumped into some guys whom I couldn't even recognize. I tried to take the other side of the road, but I was blocked from all corners. I raised my head up to them, but the one in front of me almost made me forget my soul. 

"D... Drake.” I called. I blinked my eyes, hoping my vision would clear up, so I could see him properly, but it only got dimmer. 

“Just then I heard a growl-like voice. I had no idea what I heard, though. If I were to be asked, I would say I heard growls, though I still wasn't sure what I heard.

“Where do you think you're going?” A warm but deep voice echoed just close to my ears. I suddenly felt a deep burning feeling inside me, it was the sweet kind of burn, the one I felt whenever I stared at Drake's pictures. I had no idea why I was feeling this way, but right at that very moment, I just couldn't describe what I was actually feeling. 

“Why is she looking so wasted, a bit horny at the same time? Do you think she's horny because of us?”

Someone asked. Why do their voices sound different? But I had the same feeling for all of them. It can't be that I was suffering from sexual starvation, and the reason I couldn't differentiate their voices. 

Just then, I felt someone behind me. He grabbed me by the butt, and began caressing my neck with his tongue. I wanted to scream for him to stop, but at that moment, I just couldn't tell why I felt so aroused and dripping with horny liquids inside of me. 

“I bet you're going to get bent over and fucked if you keep releasing these pheromones, love,” the voice behind my ears echoed. 

I'm in trouble, this can't be happening for real. I must be dreaming.