The first thing Mystique glimpsed while sauntering into the club with her friend Bell, was the full blast of music, loud enough to deafen her susceptible ears. Now, Mystique remembered why she hated clubbing.

First was the loud music, the second was the crowd, drunken people grinding against each other, the smell of alcohol, vomit, and sweat.

Mystique clearly remembered the last time she went to a club, she was nearly drugged. If it hadn't been for that stranger that helped her that night, only the heavens knew what would have happened to her. She would have been raped or worse, killed in a dark ally.

She also remembered who dragged her to the club and left her all alone and drugged. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of that cruel person.

Mystique was just the average girl, she wasn't tall, wasn't short, her hair was long, brown and spiky at the side, her eyes were crystal green, sparkling brightly than the color but at that moment, they were as dim as a faded leaf, hidden behind some huge glasses.

"Bell, I don't think this is a good idea" she yelled over the music to Bell as they pressed past sweaty people to the bar.

Going to a club was never a good idea for poor Mystique, she rather stays at home and takes care of her ill uncle. If it hadn't been for the man who was persistent that she go out and have some fun, she would have never walked out of that house with Bell. The thought of leaving him all alone creeped her out but he assured her he would be fine on his own.

"Don't be such a pussy Mystique!" Bell shouted as they finally got to the bar and she ordered them drinks. "Have some fun!"

Bell was the typical party girl, crawling from one bar to the other, searching for random hookups but Mystique wouldn't blame her. Bell's figure was shaped perfectly, her features were sharp, her hair was a sparking blond and her eyes were deeper and clearer than the ocean, she was unique, nothing compared to her dimmed lighted friend.

Mystique rolled her eyes, only if having fun was that easy. She couldn't believe Bell and uncle talked her into this, she was wasting her time when she could put that time into good use by working extra time to earn more money for uncle's medicine.

"I don't think I can ever have fun" Her burdens were deeper than fun.

Bell rolled her eyes as she took a glass of wine from the bartender and took a long slip before looking back at Mystique, who was eyeing the place like it was some zoo filled with wild animals. She knew her friend had problems and dragging her to a bar would never solve those problems but it was Mystique's uncle's idea that she took her out, something to distract her for a while.

Belle opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted when she felt a hand had snaked around her waist, she turned to find a dashing young man smirking at her seductively. Bell equally winked at him, making Mystique roll her eyes as she turned her gaze away from the inappropriate scene going on in front of her.

"Do you wanna dance?" The man asked, digging his sharp fingernails against Bell's clothed waist, giving her the best seductive smirk he could master while a low whimpered escaped her lips.

Bell stared at him and ran her tongue over her red lips seductively, eyeing the young man from head to toe.

A good catch for tonight!

"Why would I say no to a handsome man" she winked at him and he chuckled.

"Come on then," the man said as he tried keeping his breathing steady, he made the right choice choosing his lady for the night.

Being enchanted by his luring smile, Bell smiled widely as she took a step to leave but suddenly remembered something as she sharply turned her gaze to Mystique, who seemed to be in her world as she stared at the glass of wine the bartender had placed in front of her.

"Misty, we have been with each other for years now and I know how you feel about your uncle. But just for once, forget everything and have some fun. Loosen up and see how the world is just for tonight" Palming her on the back encouragingly, Bell turned back to her waiting man and they both walked towards the already filled-up dance floor.

Mystique stared at the wine glass blankly, she could feel the burdens weighing on her shoulders. Her uncle, who had taken her in when she had nowhere to go, her uncle who took care of her when she lost her parents at an early age, her only family was seriously ill and if that wasn't enough, there were so many debts to pay.

She remembered how she dropped out of college because she could no longer afford to pay the fees, and it was that same time her uncle took ill and there was no one to take care of him.

Mystique sighed, Bell was right, she needed to forget, even if it would be for a very short period. With that thought in mind, Mystique emptied the wine glass into her empty system and asked the bartender for more, which was given to her.

After three to four glasses, Mystique swore she was seeing double as she dropped the glass, opening and shutting her eyes as she tried to see clearly but that was useless but, that didn't stop her as she took in more glasses. On the seventh glass, someone grabbed her wrist stopping her from taking more. 

The nerve of that person!

With a pout, Mystique turned to the intruder to find herself staring at god himself because that was how the man looked like. Mystique chuckled as she let the gorgeous man take the glass from her and turned her body to him but Mystique frowned as she saw the hard look on the man's handsome face. The greek god wasn't smiling and his eyes were cold and harsh, they seemed dead and quite familiar. "You are drunk" the man stated, his voice deep and chilling, sending pleasurable chills down her spine.

"Why do you care?" Mystique questioned with another chuckle, her eyes never leaving the man's red lips, that looked kissable and oddly inviting. Unknowingly, she licked her lips as well.

How would it feel kissing those lips?

"You know..." Mystique started as she moved her body towards the stranger. "Why do you care if am drunk or not?" She moved closer while the stranger stood unmoving from his spot, his dark eyes holding no emotions.

She gazed directly into those familiar alluring orbs, then her stare went back to those flushing cheeks, red lips, she found herself getting enchanted. Unexpectedly, Mystique seized the man by the collar and pulled him in, and like a puzzle, they connected in one piece as she slammed her lips against the strangers. 

So soft, warm, and delicate!

Mystique thought as she softly kissed and caressed his lips. Then gradually, she snaked her hand around the man's neck putting him closer, her hands brushed into the other's soft hair while the stranger stood stunned and unmoving, bearly making any movement with his lips.

But in one swing, the stranger came out from his frozen state as he slowly responded to the lazy kisses of the drunken person, who pulled back and chuckled lightly, the sound sounding like a soft Melody to the man's ears, he wanted to hear more of that sound.

"You are so cute!" Mystique pointed out, her hands not leaving his neck as she stared at him drunkenly.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, the man wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, putting her even closer as their body came grinding against each other, sending both of them to a whole different level.

Then the man came closer to her ear and whispered in a low and deep tone.

"You are playing with fire"

A moan left her lips as she shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of their body pressed together and the sound of his deep voice that suddenly became her favorite music. For once, she wanted to burn in that fire, for once she wanted this stranger to make her forget...just for once, she wanted to rebel.

"I want to burn in that fire!" Mystique whispered and that was the approval the stranger seek.