My Revenge Of Sweetness

The city centre was quiet at ten o'clock at night with a few scattered pedestrians, except when pierced by the sound of an occasional car revving past.

Inside the Heaven Bar, however, the crowd noise was almost deafening and the smell of cigarettes and wine in the air was overwhelmingly strong. The music blared from the speakers and the people yelled just to be able to hear themselves.

Amidst this mayhem, Harlow Leng sat alone in a seat adjacent to the dance floor. One hand supporting her chin and the other pressed at her temple, she stared absently at a handsome couple dance to their hearts' content in the crowd.

The description "tall and handsome" fit the man perfectly, while the woman was a beauty. It was difficult to take one's eyes off of them.

Watching them dance together in that manner made her very uncomfortable. The woman, Lainey Yu, was her senior from school and it was Lainey's birthday today. However, somehow the man, Michael Tang who was Harlow's boyfriend, managed to become the star of the night. The entire scene made her very nauseous.

They danced with screams of joy and Michael placed his hands on Lainey's perfectly tiny waist, which was wrapped in a very tight and short skirt. His hands roamed over her waist freely, as though no one was around. At the sight of this, Harlow downed the remainder of her wine in one swig.

The size of the gulp made her choke and cough.

Her eyes watered but she never let her sight stray from Michael and Lainey. They seemed to be getting increasingly comfortable with each other until the point where she couldn't bear to look anymore. She tore her eyes away from them.

Out of sight, out of mind, she told herself. It was only a dance, she told herself. She shouldn't be making a big deal of it.

She raised her head again but only to drain the last of the wine from the bottle. Almost immediately she started to feel dizzy.

The scene on the dance floor seemed to be swimming before her eyes. The dancing seemed crazier and the people seemed louder. She felt her throat go dry and her stomach hurt. She held the table tight and got up to her feet to make her way to the washroom.

She staggered into the first stall and hurled her guts out in the toilet.

She already regretted the drinking and made a promise to herself that she had made a hundred times before. She was never going to drink again!

After a pause that seemed like an eternity, she managed to get to her feet and walk out of the bathroom.

No sooner had she stepped out of the washroom than she bumped into a couple stumbling out of the men's room. The two were locked in a tight embrace and kissing each other passionately. They were too lost in the moment to notice that they were blocking Harlow's way.

The man looked dashing in a well-fitted black suit as he stood beside the door of the ladies' room. The woman wore a diamond studded sapphire blue dress. She had pulled the man close to her by holding him by the back of his neck and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes were shut tight and her hair moved with every movement she made. She had her perfect long legs wrapped around the man's waist and they both seemed completely ignorant of where they were.

The scene before her eyes made Harlow hold her breath longer than she cared for.

Before she knew it, a loud thud rang in her ears.