Typically, Padmé didn't drink much, indulging in a glass or two at upscale events while primarily sticking to the finest classic Naboo wines– nothing compared to the potent drinks being served here, which were far too strong for her stomach. For Dormé, the drinks were almost like water; she had always been the heavier drinker in their friendship, and as a result, she was now the only one intoxicated while Padmé watched, feeling nauseous but mostly sober.
She felt that sensation again, just as she had in her apartment, as if someone were watching her.
"Do you think it's cold?" Padmé asked, rubbing her arms, which were covered in goosebumps. A chill swept over her once more, and a current of electricity coursed through her veins.
Her friend simply rolled her eyes at the statement, having heard it for the second or third time since Padmé's arrival. "D–Don't you ruin this for me–us," she replied, slurring slightly as a man– possibly named Jack... or maybe John– took her hand to lead her back to the dance floor. "We are having fun!"
The little enjoyment Padmé had when she entered the club had since evaporated. The young senator was not only feeling sick but also stuck in the same booth where she had been for over an hour while her best friend continued to dance with men she hardly knew. It was irritating and also envy-inducing.
Padmé envied Dormé for her ability to let go and enjoy life. She admired her for being able to act her age and have fun. Dormé had always been the free spirit, while Padmé had opted for a more respectable path. It seemed like a reasonable choice– an intelligent decision- but lately, it felt like the odds were in Dormé's favor instead of the reverse. Not only was Dormé succeeding in life, but she was also having fun while doing so.
Dormé was not a virgin, but Padmé was. Dormé could let go of responsibility, while Padmé could not. Dormé understood the ways of men, whereas Padmé did not. Unlike her best friend, Padmé felt like a fish out of water regarding things like tonight, clubs, and casual sex. She only knew about fine dining, manners, love, and marriage- old-fashioned romance—her perfect love story.
She was aware of the opposite sex and had a few boyfriends, but nothing too serious. It was nothing like this: interactions filled with desire, devoid of feelings or respect for one another.
In fact, Padmé had already left the dance floor by the time the second man whispered his thoughts and intentions into her ear. The crudeness! She almost felt insulted that a man would say such things to a lady, but that seemed to be the typical type of man these days... or at least, that was what Dormé had told her.
Her friend always commented that her standards were too high, desiring a kind of man who didn't exist– a love that didn't exist. Still, she hoped. She didn't need a man, but she craved one– craved the feeling of being wanted, of not feeling alone, of having a partner. She had always hoped to have a husband of her own by now, and although it would make her no more of a woman, she longed for someone who wouldn't view her as a child. She knew that if she wanted to be treated like a queen, she needed to go somewhere else because this was definitely not the place for that. The galaxy was waiting for her, but she just hoped her friend was wrong and that her extraordinary story was waiting to be written.
A clearer voice echoed in her mind: You're a senator, revealing that her senses were foggy and that she was much more intoxicated than she had previously believed. " Don't be so childish. "
Grabbing Dormé's small glass from across the table, Padmé threw the liquid down her throat, hissing at the burn it caused before slamming her glass onto the table. There it was again: childish. And what's worse? The voice spoke the truth. Why couldn't she just stop dreaming? Why did she still have to act like such a child, thinking that Prince Charming would come to her and perhaps save her? Just when all hope was lost, he would arrive to save the day. She envisioned her Prince Charming with blonde hair, blue eyes, and toned muscles. He would embody the image of a perfect man, and he would–
"Are you suggesting something?"
Padmé blinked, emerging from her thoughts. The voice startled her and made her realize that, somehow, during her daydreams of her Prince Charming, a young black-haired man had wandered over to her table.
"Excuse me?" Padmé asked, a small frown forming on her face, confused by his question.
"Your glass," he said, pointing to the object in her hand as he leaned against the table. "Are you implying something?"
Padmé glanced between the man and her glass. "Like what?" she asked, still confused. The man shrugged before rising from the table and moving closer to her side. "The way you slammed that glass down suggests you could use a slam yourself," he remarked, giving her a devilish smile. "You seem to have a lot of tension that needs releasing, and I am more than a willing volunteer."
As if stung, Padmé immediately pulled away from the young man, startled by his words. She turned towards the table, trying to ignore him and clearly indicating that she wasn't interested. "I think you should leave," she breathed, her eyes fixed on the table. "Now."
"Leave?" he smiled, eyeing her hungrily as he made his advances. "I don't think so. I just got here."
Padmé's skin began to crawl as she felt the dark-haired man's eyes burning into her, his presence inching ever closer with each passing second. Taking a deep breath, she centered herself, seeking a more sober and strong place as she turned back to him. "I'm flattered, really," Padmé lied with a small smile. " But I'm not looking for a relationship."
The man let out a throaty laugh that caused Padmé to shiver. There was something genuinely amusing about her comment, and a mischievous smile spread across his face as he moved closer. "Oh, sweetie, don't flatter yourself."
"Excuse me?" Padmé replied, perplexed, retreating further into the booth.
"Baby, you're a hot piece of ass. Probably the hottest I've ever seen in this dump," he said in a low, domineering voice. "But I'm not looking for a relationship, so don't flatter yourself. I just have a need," he continued, motioning down below his belt with both hands before flicking them towards her. "One that I happen to know that luscious body of yours can fill it. I need a quick fuck and I need it now."
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