Im Not Exactly Innocent

three

"Are you sure about this?" Taylor questioned.

"Positive." I smirked.

I grabbed his hand before walking into the atmosphere filled with drunkies grinding people and the smell of alcohol.

I took him straight to the bar and asked for a coke vodka mix.

When the man gave it to us I to a sip, nodded and handed it to Taylor to try.

"But you already drank from it." He started.

"Taylorrrrr." I warned him.

"But I don't wanna drink it." He pouted.

"Common Taylor, just trust me with this one, you have to live a little!" I whined.

He glared at me, and before he took a sip he whispered to me,

"If anything happens to me, I'm blaming you."

I nodded my head while shrugging me shoulders ad he took one last look at me, then took a sip.

He put it down, swished the liquid in his mouth a little, then took another sip, and another, until the cup was gone.

He immediately asked for another from the waiter.

"Woahh there JohnyBoy slow ya roll!" I laughed, while he sat there getting drunk.

I took his hand and brought him out to the dance floor where we started grinding on each other.

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned to see a guy, looked about 17-18 brown eyes and brown hair, gotta admit, he was pretty attractive.

"Can I have your number?" He slurred, ya he was drunk.

Before I could answer someone punched him in the face.

I turned wide eyed to my side to see Taylor looking down,

"Whoops.." He chuckled.

I threw my head back laughing before we kept dancing for a while more.