Pure Coincidence

the night out

" OK, so at the party, you got drunk. A guy started hitting on you so I intervened. I started to guide you away buy the guy pulled you back, hard. I kinda got mad and umm," he stalled. He started to clench his fists repeatedly. I saw he was becoming mad. I let go of my death grip to the sheets covering the upper part of my body. I placed his hands in mine and stroked his hands while letting the blankets slide down to a pool at my hips. I became worried, " Vincent, what happened?" "I kinda knocked him out." He replied with a sigh. "What? Why?" "I didn't like how he was  touching you. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil." He grit his teeth and let out a low grumble. " Then what happened?" " I took you home and got you inside. You were giggling and flirting with me in the car. Then once I guided you into the house, you took off your shoes and dress and started acting all weird." I became worried about my actions of the night before. "How was I acting?" I questioned as  I stared at him. " You were rubbing against me, stroking me my head, and giggling." " Oh boy, that's pretty bad." "What? What does that mean?" He question as he tried to look me in the eyes. It was obvious he was embarrassed and aroused by my current clothing choice of a singular bra and panties with a small lace lining slighty showing above the covers. " Well, I was trying to seduce you. I guess I get flirty when I'm drunk." "So, you were flirting? I didn't know you liked me that way." I suddenly became red in the cheeks, " Hey um let's have a drink." I openned my side table drawer and pulled out a couple shot glasses and pulled out half a bottle of tequila. I poured myself a glass and downed the savory but rough liquid. " Isabel stop! This is the thing that us here in the first place." Vincent shouted as he yanked the glass out of my hand. I smiled unfazed as I started to pour into the other glass until he grabbed the second shot glass. I didn't care about the missing glasses. I don't need a glass to drink out of my own bottle. I raised the bottle to my mouth but felt my memory destroyer medicine being yanked out of my hand. " Hey!  Are you even listening to me! Stop it! You're not even Mexican! You're Black!" I saw his obvious anger. "Listen, I don't wanna talk about my love life so just give me the bottle. And just because you're Mexican and I'm not doesn't mean you can take my ailments." I retorted as I  snatched for my bottle but only grabbed air. I growled and lunged for his body. "No one takes my drink." I snarled as I fell on top of him in attempt to recover my treasure. We wrestled for a bit but my attempt in dominance only lead to failure. We managed to knock the bottle to the ground and Vincent pinning me down to the bed. I was at his mercy. I struggled against his arms but I was too hungover and weak to push Vincent off me.