Authors note: there is a lot of build up to this story and no sex in this part
Edit: idk why the formatting is so weird, this is my first time posting.
The night air pricks my skin. If there weren’t so many people around, I’d be a little afraid about being out alone so late. I squint down at my phone to call Brea. This isn’t the first time she has gotten lost in the city yet she still doesn’t understand not to wander off. As I’m typing the numbers my phone becomes slower, and slower… until finally I can barely finish trying to call her. I pull down the notification centre only to see I’m on 1-percent and I didn’t even realise. Fuck me, I’m stranded
I look around, slowing my pace, the ambient lighting coming from all directions as people on the street move past me in fast succession. I walk for a little while, looking for a club, or pub, or some place that might let me use their phone or a charger. I am becoming tired of walking, quite quick. I spot a building with bright lights, and a small line-up out the door. There are all kinds of people trying to get in, this seems like a good sign.