Cee's POV
People were dancing, smoking and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Clubs weren't my place to be but just this once, I decided to tolerate it because I could use some glasses of alcohol right now.
ALCOHOL!
My eyes met the sight of the bartenders at work.
That's the spot!
As I made my way to the bartenders' counter, I felt the eyes of the people on me. I didn't bother to pay any attention to them. I came here to drink the night away, not try to be Miss Goody Two Shoes anymore.
"Welcome, Miss! What'd you like to have today?" One of the bartenders quickly attended to me when I got seated. "Umm..., " I looked around, trying to take my surroundings in."What's your strongest drink here?" I asked, placing my phone on the counter. "Ohhh, we have spirytus vodka... That's our strongest so far," he grinned.
"Gimme that,then," I said, checking my messages before I did anything sinful. I had messages from my gramps, my siblings, the guys I gladly rejected because of him and some friends. Any from him? Nahh, not a single one. That pushed me to want a taste of the vodka!
I really needed him to give me a sign right now... The sign I never got.
Soon enough, I was served with a glass of vodka.
Just perfect!
"Enjoy the drink, miss... And don't get drunk," the bartender winked and went back to serving other clients.
I stared at the glass ahead of me that was filled with stress - relieving stuff.
Sooo~, what was my problem now? That he didn't love me back or that he was too dense to realize that I was madly in love with him (More like obsessed)? I didn't understand myself fully but two things were for sure...
1. I was gonna get heavily drunk.
2. I'd never have him to myself... I'd never get to love him like I wanted to. He'd never see me the way I wanted him to see me.
I grabbed the cold glass and arrogantly put it on my mouth to take a sip. It surely was stronger than the ones I used to take.
I tightened my eyes at the sharp taste. Next time I put the glass to my lips, I gulped the drink up like it was water. I loved the tingly and piercing taste it gave me.
I needed to forget about him and all I was going through for once in my life...
I banged the glass on the counter, panting heavily. The bartender and a few people around looked at me, confused. "I need more," I cleaned my lower lip with my thumb. "Uh-Uhh, okay," he said nervously and went on to prepare my next stress - reliever.
The bartender served me with it and I smiled at the sight of it. Without wasting much time, I grabbed the glass and was about to put it on my lips when someone snatched the glass away from me.
I looked to my side, seeing a tall man standing next to me with a grin. I couldn't make him out already, damn! He seemed to be older than me. He was holding my drink, gently swirling it.
"Take your time, beautiful. Who's gonna take you home after all this?" he sat next to me with a smile that seemed kinda blurry to me. "Hey, that's my drink... Give it back! It's my stress - reliever!" I tried snatching it from him but I failed.
"Lemme get to know you first," he chuckled and pushed closer to me.
He was doing most of the talking and it looked like I was listening but he was allover my mind.
Was he thinking of me too? Was he wondering about where I was right now? It'd been about an hour since I left his place.
I looked at the guy again. He was still nameless, I guess. "Can I have my drink, please?" I pouted, feeling drowsy already. "Hmm, let's play a game first," he proposed. I just wanted my drink, so I agreed.
"Here's how it goes - I say something false about you, I take a glass of this drink. You say something false about me, you take two glasses... since you really need it," he brushed his cold fingers against my shoulder and I shivered.
He ordered for a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. We began the game in no time.
" I'll start, "he grinned. I nodded my answer." Well, I betcha have all the men you want, considering how freakishly rich you are, " he wriggled his eye brows at me." Men? "I laughed heartily, " I don't even have the man I want. " A thought of him popped up in my head and I smiled bitterly.
" Ohh, "he stared at me in strange way. "Surprised? Drink up," I giggled. "That's strange," he poured himself some vodka and gulped the shot up.
"Your turn!" he said. I held my chin, thinking of something to say. "Aha! I betcha here to use drinking up as a stress - reliever like me," I used my finger to trace outline the rim of my glass.
"Mmm, you think so?" he leaned in to me with a smug grin,soo close that I blushed. "Mhm, mhm!" I nodded ferociously. He gave a low chuckle and looked into my eyes deeply. I... I couldn't help but stare back. "Actually, I come here to take beautiful girls like you home," he tapped my nose with his index finger.
I couldn't read a lot from his eyes but I did see lust. I looked away, thinking I was imagining things. He pulled away, still grinning. Why was he acting soo much like him?" Drink up, beautiful, " he poured me two glass of the vodka. Readily, I drank them up, the piercing taste giving me morale as I squinted my eyes.
" We'll be drinking the night away, don't you think? " he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. I grinned.
A/N : Keep grinning, Cee. Just don't attack me when you find out that you're pregnant.
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