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“Yaaasss girl!” Ash yells, totally drunk. “Mmm, I’m telling my man to come too then. Ohh, maybe he’ll handcuff me for being drunk and disorderly.” She laughs, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out.
They are seriously addicted to their men.
I wonder what that’s like.
“I guess we’re all calling our men, then?” Courtney asks.
“I guess?” Dara answers, and looks across the table at me. We share a look of ‘yeah, cool for you guys but we don’t have anyone to call’.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, guys,” I tell the table. But I stand too quickly, and have to grab the back of my chair to steady myself before weaving through the dense crowd towards the bathroom again, getting bumped around a little. The place has filled up over the past couple of hours, and with all the wine and whiskey in me, I’m a little off balance.
There’s a short line of ladies in front of me, and so I lean back on the wall and wait my turn, trying to get my head to stop spinning. I may have had a few too many glasses of wine after my whiskey.
When I’m finished, I check myself in the mirror and fix my smudged eye makeup and fluff my hair out before leaving. Stopping at the bar, my eyes rake up and down Alex’s back as he puts something into the computer. His muscles flex under his white t-shirt, and my hands itch to run them up and down the entire expanse, feeling every dip and mound.
When he turns around and sees me, he smiles and shakes his head. “Gorgeous, I think you’ve had enough tonight.”
“I haven’t even begun to have enough,” I tell him, then realize that I actually said those words aloud.
Smirking, he leans towards me, and I wish I could just grab his shirt and bring him even closer. “What’re you saying, gorgeous?”
“I think you know.” I smile, resting my elbows on the bar and placing my hands under my chin. I’m not the flirting type, but when I’ve had enough to drink, and have nothing to lose, I’ll go for it. Especially when a man like Alex wants me. He may not be the serious boyfriend/relationship that I want in the long run, but I think for right now, I may just want the flirty, walking sex bartender.
“Gorgeous, you’re drunk. I don’t think you’d be saying this if you were sober.”
“I know. But I’d be thinking it.” I smile.
Laughing, he pours me a glass of water and pushes it towards me. “Drink. You need water.”
What I need is a tall drink of him.
Swirling the straw around the glass, I pinch it between my lips and take a pull of the ice-cold water, feeling the coolness slide all the way through me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Mel,” he says. “I’m already trying not to picture you naked and beneath me, and your usual inability to fall for my charms has been what’s stopped me from taking what I want.”
“Oh, I fall for your charms. I’m just good at pretending.”
My eyes take in the forest of pine trees inked up his right forearm, and over to the compass on his inner left arm under his elbow. I wish I could see more, but my eyes are blurry and it’s too dark in here to see any details.
Does he love the forest? Does he get lost a lot?
“I’ll be back to check on you.” My eyes dart back up to his and I nod, watching him walk down the bar.
I sit and drink my water, watching Alex flirt and make drinks for every pretty girl in the bar. He’s a freaking magnet for them. He can’t help it, though. It’s just who he is.
Finishing my glass, I slide off my stool and walk back to the table. Um, what? It’s empty. Turning, I look all around the whole place, but I don’t see any of them anywhere.
What the hell?
Their jackets and purses are gone too. Did they not see that my stuff is still on the chair I was sitting in?
Grabbing my jacket and purse, I slide back up to the bar and slam them down on top.
I can’t believe those bitches left with their men and just left me here to find my own way home. How the hell am I supposed to get back to the cottage now?
Playing with the ends of my hair, I twirl a piece around my finger and think. I have to concentrate through my hazy brain, but I know they don’t have Uber here, and I doubt there’s a cab company either.
Pulling out my phone, I go to text the group chat, but second guess myself. They’re probably already banging their men every which way to Sunday and won’t answer me.
