I stared at the barista opposite me, behind the bar. The club's strobe lights pulsed, and adrenaline shot through my body. I flashed my famous smile at her, and began to work my magic.

"Hey babe," I said softly.

She gave me a polite smile, but said nothing.

I continued flirting, and said, "Did it hurt?"

She looked confused, and asked curiously, "What?"

"When you fell down from heaven, Angel,"

"Ha. Never heard that one before," she said dryly.

I skimmed my mind for anything else, but only came up with, "Yeah, I'm totally original!"

"So, you gonna order anythin' or what?"

Ah, these American ladies are straight to the point. I looked around, and saw behind her, a vial.

It was made of crystal glass, and was a murky, purpley green colour. It was sort of blocked behind another bottle. Seemed to be the only interesting drink around here, other than some Blue vodka. "I'll have a shot of.... that one," I pointed to it.

She looked at the bottle. "That one? I don't know what this is actually..." She picked it up and dusted it off. "No label."

I sighed. "Ah, just give me the dang bottle."

She rolled her eyes and punched in some buttons on the cash register. Without even looking at the price she had typed in, I was pretty under anyway, I slid my credit card across the counter. She swiped it as I looked around the joint again. It was dusty, and really dark. People hung in dark corners or were snoring loudly on bar tables. I wondered why I had chosen this pub to go to. Then I noticed the boys onstage. When did they get here? I shook my head and turned back to the barista.

She opened the bottle, and a really foul smell came from it.

I almost changed my mind about drinking it, but hey, you can't live without taking some risks.

As if reading my mind, she smirked, "I betcha won't drink it!"

I raised an eyebrow, "And if I do.... will I get a kiss?"

She shrugged, making her fluffy blonde ponytail bounce, "Yeah sure, and if you don't, you have to sing up on that stage!" She pointed to the stage where a tipsy Louis was attempting to joke around with the crowd.

I laughed. She obviously didn't know who I was. Then I held up the glass.

"Bottoms up," she jeered.

I opened my mouth and poured it down my throat. The liquid burned, and I tasted a mix of herbs, slugs, (Yes, thanks to Niall  I know what they taste like), and brussell sprouts. It was pretty much all the things I hated, so not a pleasant taste.

Then, the concoction turned nasty. As if it wasn't before. My mind whirled, and the world spun. The lights flashed, and I felt dizzy. It was like being mega mega drunk, and in love, and dizzy and- well you get what I mean.

Then I threw up, and blacked out.