"You did not-" I gasp when I feel the paint slowly making its way from the top to the bottom of my shirt.
Yet, I struggle to hide the hint of a smile on my face as I feel his arm, still around my waist, shaking as he laughs. "I believe I just did."...
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Two things, one I failed and two, I'm bored out of my mind. I decided to go back to the table where my so called friends were there.
I mean usually bear their conversion but here I just wanted to go home and watch tv until I fall asleep.
I made small talk with a few person there, I danced a little, and now i just don't know- nor want- what to do.
I figure taking a glass wouldn't hurt so I go to the bar and ask to the bartender for a shot. I eyes him up a little and find him pretty cute in a good looking way with dishleved and messy blond hair that made him look like a stereotypical surfer boy, and I got to say, that whole look seemed to reflect his personality.
When I got back to his eyes I see him looking cockily at me, since he just saw me checking him out, even thought I'm pretty sure he did the same to me.
"So what would the lady like?" he grins while looking me straight in the eyes.
"I think she'll take whatever strong enough drink you have to offer." I say while leaning in slightly, figuring that flirting a little with some bartender would not do me any harm.
He nods a little and go look for some drink or whatever he is making.
Seeing a stool empty I walk toward it and I was to the point of sitting down when someone collided with me, making me land against the counter and hitting my arm in the process.
"Oh come what the hell is wrong with you, could have look where you're sitting." I say while turning around and staring right into chocolate brown eyes a face with sharp figures and cold shine look.
"You could have done the same." he says with a low voice which surprises me a little but that I do not let that apparent on my face as I stand straight, being slightly smaller than him with my high heels, him probably around six feet while I'm about 5,8 right now.
I return his stare, but unfortunately for me, this is probably one of if not the hottest guy I ever laid my eyes in, even if I can't finish to analyse his features without loosing the staring contest we seem to engage in.
And I will not be the first one to back down.
Yeah well that was before the loud voice of the bartender I just talked to rang through make us both turn around quickly abandoning the challenge.
"Your drink is ready, beautiful." I chuckle a little at the nickname and does not spare another glance at mister cold stare thought I do see him roll his eyes and turning in the other direction in my peripheral vision, leaving the high prized stall empty.
"Thank you there, so what is it?" I take the drink from his hands, and sit on the stool, without missing the subtle touch he left on mine even thought the glass is more than long enough to have both hand fitting without any contact so this was definitely not accidental.
