"Slow down there Mary Magdalene." Tanya called from the other side of the booth.
"It's my birthday and I must get my ass drunk to death." I never drank much besides the wine I drank in my bathtub on weekend nights to relax my thoughts but tonight I was in the mood to get lost and enjoy. Besides, this was the first time I had gathered enough courage to enter a crowded place. Xavier on the other hand stopped at the first shot. Carl was a heavy drinker and he never seemed to get drunk. He'd still walk upright and drive even after drowning himself in a sea of alcohol. I was starting to feel warm and fuzzy and slightly tipsy.
"Who's in the mood to dance?" I got up and danced beside the booth while everyone stared at me as if I had grown another head. I put my hands in the air and swayed my hips from side to side to the loud music. Tanya cheered loudly and clapped. "Xavier and Carl, what have you guys done to my shy friend." She feigned horror. She opened her eyes wide and pointed an accusing finger at them. Xavier chuckled while Carl lifted his hand up in surrender. I picked up another drink and threw it down my throat. I could feel the shots kick as I swayed a bit. "Let's go down the dance floor, it's more fun." Tanya suggested and I clapped like an idiot. Xavier and Carl tried to protest but we ignored them and they reluctantly stayed put. "Ooh come on guys, we are grown women and no one is going to kill us on the dance floor." Tanya glared at them to make sure they didn't act like our shadows.
We climbed down the stairs squeezed through the sweaty bodies till we were close to the bar. We let our bodies sway to the loud music in the club. I could feel a pair of eyes boring into my back but I didn't have to look up to know who it was. We laughed like idiots and jumped around. A tall good-looking guy with long black hair approached Tanya and asked for a dance. She winked at me and let him lead her deep into the dance floor. I almost begged her not to leave me but I knew it was pointless. Dancing alone didn't feel fun anymore and I went to sit at the bar. The handsome bartender smiled at me and I winked back. "Why is a beautiful lady like you sitting alone?" He leaned forward and flashed me a boyish grin.
"Maybe she needs the company of a charming bartender." I winked at him and pouted my lips. sober me could never have been this bold.
"Can the charming bartender get you a drink first, it's rude to keep a beautiful thing like you thirsty." He bit on his lip. I really wanted to kiss him. Damn it I was too drunk. I pulled back slightly.
"Surprise me." I slurred and he poured a drink and pushed it across the counter. I drank it down slowly this time as we chatted away. The glass was empty after a while and he passed me another one. "Maybe you should slow down if you drive yourself, I don't mind taking you home with me either way." He grinned. I waved my hand in the air and jagged down my drink. Just then a nerve-racking scent filled the air. It smelled of musty woods and the ocean. It was the most masculine scent I have ever tasted. A body clad in all black from the bicker black boots to the shiny leather jacket, leaned over the counter. I could only see his sleek sharp sculpted jaw from the angle I was seated. His broad back and strong arms pressed tightly against the leather jacket when he leaned over. He was saying something to the bartender, his deep baritone voice made my insides tingle and my toes curled. Maybe I was more drunk than I thought.
"Where is Martin?" his deep voice referred his question to the bartender. "I don't have all day"
I didn't realize I was staring until he turned around and his black and grey orbs rested on me. I gasped and covered my gaping mouth in embarrassment. His full pink lips curled slightly into a smirk and I almost fell off the high bar stool. He was so hot and breathtaking. It lasted a second but it set my soul on fire. I suddenly felt the urge to pee. I jumped off the high stool in a rush and almost face planted. I steadied myself, as much as my drunk ass could go and tried not to embarrass myself in front of the hot stranger. I staggered among the drunk bodies as I pushed my way into the lady's bathroom. Or that's what I thought until I was done peeing. I bent over the sink and splashed some water on my face. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. A tall figure stood behind and they heard a sick grin as he eyed my butt. I turned around and made for the door. How could I have missed the urinals? I was in the men's washroom. I panicked and tried to shove him out of my way but he was too strong and he pulled me backwards. I lost balance and sat on the cold floor with a thud.