and my heart's not breaking'cause i'm not feeling anything at allThe night was balmy with a hint of a breeze, just the right touch of chill in the air. Summer was in full swing here right on the coast, and a nice cool evening is a rare occurrence. Arden paced her small bedroom, phone in one hand, a highball of whiskey straight up in her other. Her fling that had been keeping her entertained the past few weeks ended things earlier, leaving Arden with a mixture of relief and yet trepidation. It left her with a sense of regret, like what had she done wrong. But, also the respite from being in an actual relationship appealed to her. It was a double edged sword, her thoughts on relationships and if she actually wanted to be in one. Tossing down her phone with a sigh, Arden knew she would wallow in self pity if she stayed home alone, alcohol and On Demand her only companions for the evening. Shaking herself mentally, she perused her overstuffed closet, pushing back at the protruding mountains of clothes threatening to spill out at any moment. Deciding on skinny jeans and a sexy sparkly camisole, Arden slid into her pumps, switched the important items from her purse to a compact wristlet, including a condom or two. Hell, she was hoping to get lucky tonight. Tossing back her whiskey, feeling the amber liquid slide its warm fingers down her throat, into her belly, Arden knew she would make this a great night.Pulling up outside the club, its neon strobe lights acting like a beacon to party seekers around the world, Arden handed a five to the valet and watched her car get taken off to car land. Stuffing her ticket into her clutch, a smile spread across her lips as Arden flashed her id to the bouncer. The music was beckoning her to come in and dance, but the only thought on her mind at the moment was another drink as she made her way through the wall of bodies. Finding a small hole between some people, she pushed her way in, and waited to be noticed by the over worked bartenders. Finally garnering the attention of one, she ordered a whiskey sour, and slid her credit card over to start a tab. There were so many choices of men tonight, she had already forgotten what's his face, the last asshole. Sipping her drink slowly, Arden felt the bass of the music along with the liquor she had already consumed start to take effect. statuscompletetaggedOPENoutfit