Dare Kings

Chapter 13: Drunk Tristan

"Out of all the guys in here, why did it have to be you who had to find me?" I groaned out, leaning into the chair I sat in, crossing my arms over my chest, looking up at him, smiling at me.

"Haven't you heard of fate? It's fate, baby; we were meant to be-"

"Don't even," I rolled my eyes at him, and he took a sip of his beer, stumbling to stand.

He was really wasted, so wasted I could hardly recognize the guy I knew...well met.

"Oh, come on, it's not like you're not happy to see me. I mean, who wouldn't? I am hot, alluring, sexy, intelligent every girl desires me!" He said, then his face changed as if he realized something. "Hey, that rhymed!"

No, it didn't. But to him, it did.

Intelligent huh...

"Even if you're intoxicated you are still cocky for your own good," I told him sternly but couldn't keep a straight face because looking at how drunk he was so comical.

"Trust me. You love when I am cocky-"

"Plea-se, I don't even know you!" I chuckled bitterly.

"You could!"

"Nah, I will pass. I will rather be locked in a room with Freddy Krueger. That says a lot about you," I unfolded my arms, placing them on my lap focusing my eyes on him.

"Come on, who wouldn't want this?" He used his hands to run down his body seductively, winking at me.

"Heh, I wouldn't. By the way, you mean a jerk reeks of vodka and beer, who probably doesn't know what to do with his life?" I raised an eyebrow.

Didn't mean to be that selfish, but he was so arrogant.

His face dropped then quickly lit back up. "Ooh, I wonder who that be?! Is he here?!" He quirked, looking around before focusing his eyes on me.

I laughed sarcastically, with boredom written all over my face.

"What do you want?" I cut to the point.

"The same thing you want," he smirked, and I looked at him confused.

"I want you to leave-" I began.

"Someone to hook up with."

I looked at him in disgust.

"Eww gross, no. Why would I?! No, don't answer that. I will just go-" I proceeded to leave.

"Is that your way of saying you want me?" I snorted in disbelieve, sitting back down.

"Are you nerves damaged!" I shook my head highly in disgust. "You are sick!" More like a drunk, but also sick in the head!

"Maybe I am missing something for that," I cocked one eyebrow at him, confused. "You. You're my cure. I need you in my life," he grinned like a child.

Corny as fuck.

"How much did you drink?" I asked, concerned for him a little.

"Uh, let me guess...no... Count... possible five, no three of vodka... Four beers and another beer and another-"

"I get it! Where are your friends?" I was getting worried about this dumb fuck.

"So...where are your friends?" He asked.

"Where are yours?" I repeated.

"You can't answer a question by repeating my question!..." He laughed, then got serious.

Was he bipolar?

"They're are dancing! How about you?!"

"Um, probably hooking up, not Brendan though, he has a problem about finding girls, but Jax, probably hooking up somewhere around here...." He trailed off, sitting on the chair next to me.