Coffee Mess

I'm Not Drunk

Ian's P.O.V

At around 23.10, I get to the bar and go straight to Fred. As we talk, I see Sandra coming from the bathroom and then stopping to talk to someone.

"What is she doing here?" I ask Fred

"She broke things off with the cop, and because she feels like shit for breaking his heart, she came as a customer. She's been here since 7"

"7?"

"Yep. First she had coffee and then she started drinking"

"Has she drunk a lot?"

"I'd say yes, but she looks pretty good, so I'll say that it's relevant" he says and then she comes to the bar

"Hey, you made it!" she exclaims, putting a piece of paper in her pocket

"I did. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, come on, we both know Fred already told you" she says, tilting her head

"Right...are u ok?"

"Better than when I came"

"How much have you drunk?"

"Well, Fred wouldn't let me have straight tequila, so he threw some strawberry juice in it, so I've had like 3 margaritas?"

"Wow, you're determined to have me in jail, huh?" I ask jokingly, not wanting to get on her bad side before cutting her off. I must admit she's a cute drunk, though

"Please, I'm sure you will find a way around it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have me bartend"

"Smart girl, even with so much tequila in you" I reply, trying to mask my amusement

"I can hold my liquor, Ian"

"I can see that. But maybe it's time I take you home, don't you think?"

"Sure. But my dad's gonna be there so we'll have to be quiet" she says, running a finger up and down my chest

"No, I mean get you home, leave you to your dad and come back here right after"

"Oh, come on. Don't make me go with the guy I was just talking with. I took his number out of courtesy"

"You're not leaving with anyone tonight, you have had enough drinks for you to be called drunk"

"What if I prove to you that I'm definitely not drunk and my judgment is clear?"

"How are you gonna do that exactly?"

"Wait here" she tells me and then goes to the Dj, tells him something and when he nods yes to her, she comes back

"What did you do?"

"I asked for a specific song that has been stuck in my head (the one on the banner). Do you know how to dance bachata?"

"I do..." I answer reluctantly and then the song changes

"Ok then, let's dance" she tells me smiling, going towards the middle of the bar, starting dancing on her own, until I reach her and we start dancing together. Truth is she doesn't look drunk and she doesn't seem to lose balance or to miss steps, so I unclench myself a little and go with it

"So...will you fuck me now or what?" she asks me near my ear at the end of the song, sending a rush all over my body. When she pulls away to look at me, I grab her hand and pull her to the back.

When we get into my office, I lock the door behind us, lift her up and put her on my desk. When I try to pull her blouse off, I see that it's stuck or something.