It's Complicated (On Hold)

Chapter Three Kristian

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Chapter Three Kristian

I don't think I've ever met someone who can party as hard as Max. He just took his seventh shot in less than twenty minutes and his eyes are hinting the color red. Ever since his twenty-first birthday a couple of months ago, he's been getting shit faced drunk every weekend. He still hasn't developed a high tolerance for alcohol, and honestly, he's trying to make it happen a lot faster than his body is allowing him.

Want to know the worst part? It'll be ME who has to drag his ass back to the apartment in one piece.

"Alright Max, you've had enough." I try and grab the eighth shot in his hand.

"No! Fuck off man!" He takes the swing and smiles in triumph.

"Kris, just forget it. He's not going to listen. You know he's as stubborn as a mule when he's like this." Beau grimaces at Max who reaches over the table to touch his face. Alex pry's Max's hands away from Beau who looks like he wants to pummel him with the shot glass. We've all decided to sit down and drink before they try and get some girls to dance. I unfortunately can't even talk to a girl without making myself look like an idiot, let alone dance with one.

Max attempts to take Beau's shot from his hand. I slap him upside the head before he picks up a fight with him, again. This hasn't been the first time. Max somehow always finds himself picking Beau's patience, no matter how drunk he gets. One way to get a rile out of Beau, is if you leave him with Beau and liquor, quite funny actually.

I shake my head and give up. I don't know why I even try. I might as well get a little liquor in my system too.

A loud crash interrupts my thoughts and I snap my head in the direction of the sound. A waiter dropped her tray of drinks because her shirt's soaking wet making her pink bra visible through the white shirt.

I turn my head and me and Alex look at each other, smile and turn back to the waitress.

"Woah, nice rack. They didn't look that big." Alex continues to gap at her. I had to agree though, not bad.

Feeling sorry for the girl already bending over picking up the broken glass, I stand from my seat. Max grabs my arm.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going to go help her." Pointing to the girl already almost done picking up the mess.

"While you're at it, ask her to get me another shot."

"No, man. You're gone. You need to stop." I step in the waitress's direction when Beau takes my arm and stops me.

"Don't look now, but there's a hot ass girl sitting over there, staring at you. Brown hair, black dress, seven o'clock." Beau nods his head in the direction where the waitress dropped her drinks.

I look over and I connect eyes with a curly haired girl. I can't really make out her eye color but they have to be anything but a dark color, I see light reflecting off her eyes.

She quickly breaks eye contact and hides behind her hands. Usually girls would keep eye contact with me and I would be the one looking away, but not this girl. I mean, I'm not ugly, I'm decent looking, that much I can say. I didn't get as much attention as my friends, but I was never ignored before. I wonder why this girl shied away from my eye contact, she has nothing to be shy about. I'd peg her as the confident type, never the shy type.

As if she heard me and decided I was right, she looks up at me with a totally different expression.

Her eyes definitely have turned dark now. She has this unimpressed look along with a 'what are you looking at?' stare.