"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose. You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you" - So It Goes..., Taylor Swift

I met her in a bar. Not the same bar we were in now, but a bar in another city. This day we were celebrating Ebony's 21st birthday with all the royal youths in a bar in the city. Of course I came. Although I felt a bit awkward between all of the princes and princesses I knew just a little bit. We all kind of grew up together, but I've always felt a distance between me and the cool kids like Ebony.

But I came here to see her. I came here because I needed an excuse to see her. I don't think my parents would like it if we became friends, but I can't seem to get Ebony out of my head. I had too much fun drinking with her yesterday. I don't have that kind of connection with anyone.

Then Ebony entered. The beautiful, dark-haired princess of the City of Night, Ebony Keeling. All eyes on her, an illusionist. She makes all my gray days clearer. I slowly walked to the bar, trying to lock eyes with the beautiful brown ones of Ebony, but she seemed to avoid me. I ordered a glass of wine.

While drinking my wine, I spent a few minutes just watching Ebony in the bar. Seeing her talk with old acquaintances, laughing with friends and kissing her boyfriend before she also got to the bar.

I knew she had had a relationship with Damain for a few months now and it was completely normal for them to kiss in public. I was so chill, but she makes me a bit jealous. That's weird.

"Drinking wine?" she asked me, while nodding to the glass in my hand. "Don't you want something stronger, like yesterday?"

"Just wine is great," I said in a distant tone. It wasn't my intention to get really drunk tonight. It was bad enough that I got so drunk the night before. My parents wouldn't want me drunk two nights in a row.

"That's a shame, we're here to have fun and get drunk," Ebony said. "All drinks are on the King and Queen tonight, you know?" She took her shot of whiskey from the counter and threw it down her throat.

I smiled politely. "I know. Thanks," I said bluntly. Suddenly I wondered why I wanted to come. I seemed like I needed to be drunk to like Ebony. And by the amount of times I had seen the princess drunk already, she thought so too.

"I'm going to dance with someone," Ebony said. "Feel free to join if you grow bored of standing there with your little glass of wine." Then she left for the dance floor. She left Damain standing on the side and grabbed the hand of some handsome prince. Damain didn't seem to mind. I got the impression this was normal behavior for the princess.

When I saw Ebony dancing with that prince and that weird sense of jealousy hit me again, I threw my don't-get-drunk policy out of the window. I needed to have a lot of alcohol to get through this night. So, I ordered some good drinks and danced some with the princes and princesses in the bar.

After an hour or two, I came to stand in front of Ebony. Now, we locked eyes. I looked deep in hers, and let my eyes trace her body. She was dressed in black now, in a beautiful and sexy dress. And she was drunk, just like me, I could smell the alcohol around her.

"Care to have this dance with me?" she asked.

Under the influence of alcohol and my own intrusive thoughts, I answered. "Yes."

Ebony only smiled. She grabbed my hand and we hit the dance floor. She let me twirl around. All eyes on her, my magician. She makes everyone disappear. She could cut me into pieces, I'm in a gold cage, hostage to my feelings.

All eyes on me, but I don't see them looking. All eyes on us, dancing in the dark room. I know I got her heart, it's skipping when I'm gone.

Ebony looked my dead in the eye. "I know what you want," she said. Involuntarily, my gaze went down to her chest. To the part of the dress that left nothing to the imagination, especially not her beautiful full breasts.

"I know what you know," I said. "I can feel it."

"We can feel it," she corrected me.

The next song started and she took me dancing again. It was not like ballroom dancing, it was a lot less formal. But this kind of dancing, it could be as intimate as you wanted it. And Ebony was busy making it more and more intimate with every song.

And I was drunk enough to not care. We danced closer together with every song, druk even more alcohol, and forgot that there were other people in the first place. It was just Ebony and I, dancing in the dark.

"There we are again, drunk together," Ebony said.

I smiled. "I think I like being drunk with you," I whispered in her ear. This time I also took a step closer and I placed my hand on Ebony's hips. I could feel her warm skin through the thin fabric of her black dress.

She laughed softly, a beautiful sound that came from her lips. She looked down and I could almost feel her gaze pin on my chest as I smelled her hair. Wearing a lot less revealing dress, there was not that much to see for Ebony down there.

All eyes on us, but we both didn't care. We cared nothing about the world around us. Why would we, when we were each other's world? We drank even more, we danced even more, even more intimate. In a short clear moment, I worried about the other youths remembering this night, remembering Ebony and me dancing this intimate. But they were probably all drunk enough not to remember a thing. And if they did, no one would believe them.

So it goes, I stopped caring and took Ebony's hand for another dance.

"You're quite a good dancer," she said. Even while being drunk myself, I could hear her voice being affected by the alcohol.

"Thank you," I said. "You look like you dance often."

"I do," she said. "I dance and drink whenever I get the chance."

I laughed softly. "I can see it," I said.

Ebony spinned me around and I let my skirt twirl. Quickly, I ended up with my body against hers, her arm over my shoulder. I looked up to her face, her dark eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bar, a crooked smile on her face.

We look at eachother, bodies already intertwined. Ebony's eyes are loaded with lust and I know mine are too. Because we break down a little.

"When I get you alone," Ebony said, "it's so simple."

"Baby, I know what you know," I said. We can feel it.

There's no question anymore, I can't think. I can only see Ebony's face, her soft lips smiling at me. We both know what we want, and we're going to get it. There are scratches down my back now, the tension building.

The next song starts and Ebony wastes no time. With her hand, she pulls my shoulder closer to her and presses her lips against mine.

And all the pieces fall right into place. I'm getting caught up in the moment, my lipstick on her face. We kiss a second time and we're so damn drunk that my red lipstick is now all over Ebony's face. But she doesn't seem to care.

"I'm yours to keep," Ebony said to me, her voice raspy and out of breath. "And I'm yours to lose."

"You know I'm not a bad girl," I said to her, while we started moving. Ebony was walking, away from the middle of the dancefloor and I couldn't do anything but follow her. I was still caught up in her arms. "But I do bad things with you."

Then we hit our end point. My back against the wall, and Ebony goes in for the third kiss. I don't resist her lips on mine, I give in to her kiss. So it goes...

Now I'm also out of breath, stuck between Ebony and the wall. I'm itching to kiss her again, my back scratching.

"Want to get away from here, go to the lake?" Ebony asked.

Drunk as we were, that would probably be a bad idea. But drunk as I was, I didn't think of that. "Yes," I said.

"On my count," Ebony said. Honestly, who's counting for that? "One, two, three."

And all the pieces fall right into place when we run away from the crowds, from the bar. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we ran for the lake.

I was even more out of breath, laughing all the way to the lake. I'm high on having fun, just happy to be with Ebony, to have shared such a thing in the bar.

"There's no music here," she complained.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Then we dance without music," I said.

So we did. I can't imagine it looked any good, but we danced by the lake in the moonlight. We came here, dressed in the black of the night now, lipstick on our faces. I'm caught up in the moment.

"I got your heart," I said to her while we went in for the fourth kiss of the night. "It's skipping when I'm gone."

"I'm yours to keep and yours to lose," Ebony said.

She held my face in her hands and I laid my hands on her hips. We were alone, drunk and in the dark. Thoughts flooded my mind, visions of Ebony on my bed, against a wall, against one of those trees by the lake. Ebony had her eyes closed, as if she wanted to go in for another kiss.

I backed up. I'm not a bad girl. I know I'm not a bad girl, but I want to do bad things with her.

But I couldn't, so it goes.