Vacation With Venable

Night 1

Y/n POV

The bar wasn't far from our hotel, which was good because I wasn't sure about Ms Venable, but I planned on getting wasted. I started us off by ordering us three vodka shots each and downing them with her, and then being a bit of a lightweight for a while and only drinking red wine and the occasional lemonade.

Then I saw it, the holy grail of all bars, karaoke.

"Are you going up then?" Ms Venable smirked, watching me stare at the little stage.

"Sure,"

"Really?!"

"Yeah," I downed another shot and got up on the stage to pick my song.

I scanned the crowd for Ms Venable and stared at her as the music started.

"I don't know what to do without you,
I don't know where to put my hands
I've been trying to lay my head down,
But I'm writing this at three am,

I don't need the world to see,
That I've been the best I can be,
But I don't think I can stand to be,
Where you don't see me.

On sunny days I go out walking,
I end up on a tree lined street.
I look up at the gaps of sunlight,
I miss you more than anything.

I don't need the world to see,
That I've been the best I can be,
But I don't think I can stand to be,
Where you don't see me.

And autumn comes,
when you're not yet done
And the summer's passing by,
But I don't think I can stand to be,
where you don't see me."

Francis Forever- Mitski

Once I had finished, I looked back up to meet Ms Venable's eyes and I smiled slightly.

I jumped off the stage and back over to our table, whist people were still clapping for me and watched her knock back another five shots.

"I need more shots," I grinned at her.

"You're pretty good,"

"Thanks, musical family," I smiled as ten more shots were put in front of us.

We downed them pretty fast and by then, we were utterly dead. We were laughing and slurring our words and taking fucking selfies.

We stumbled down the road and back to our hotel, before flopping on the bed together and laughing at god knows what.

"You're hot," I said.

"So are you,"

"I like you,"

"I like you too," and then she slammed her lips into mine. I picked up my phone whilst we were still making out and got a picture of us kissing and I set up a video for what we did.

Her hands grabbed my ass and squeezed it a little, making me moan into her mouth softly. She took the opportunity to slide her tongue a little further in, which I gladly accepted.

She laid back so that I was straddling her waist and she never let go of our lips.

"Not tonight," I whispered softly and got off her.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyy?" She whined.

"If you want to tomorrow, that's OK and we'll do it, but you're too drunk to make that decision right now," I handed her a bottle of water and smiled.

"This isn't alcohol," she frowned at me.

"No, it's water, so you don't have as much of a hangover tomorrow,"

"I don't want it,"

"Well you're going to have it," I stated, unscrewing the top of the bottle and holding it to her lips.

"I don't-," but I took that opportunity to pour it into her mouth. Once she had a mouthful, she took the bottle from me and drank the rest.

"Right, get your pyjamas on,"

"Why?" She asked, still extremely drunk.

"Because we're going to bed,"

"Oh,"

I took my pyjamas into the bathroom and got changed, before asking if I could go back into the room.

When she said I could, I pushed open the door to find Ms Venable sat on the edge on the bed in lace purple panties and matching bra.

"So can we fuck now?"

"No," I said, picking up her nightie and pulling it onto her.

"Get into bed,"

"I don't want to," she said, folding her arms.

"OK," and then I picked her up and put her under the duvet by myself.

"Goodnight, Ms Venable," I whispered, but she was already asleep.

I laid there awake for a little while, trying to figure out how many shots Ms Venable had taken, and then I was shooketh. The woman had knocked back 17 shots that night. No wonder she was so drunk.