-You promised, Johnny! – You whine to the boy beside you who rolls his eyes in annoyance. – You promised you would do anything I wanted for my birthday, so that's what I want. – You say convinced of having all the reasons in the world.
-Y/n, that place is for women only. I will be totally out of place. – Johnny tries to convince you, even if he already knows the end of the discussion.
-It's not for women only. Many guys go there too. Please, please. Pretty please! – You say shaking Johnny by his arms, and he sighs deeply.
You always had that manipulative way of convincing your best friend to do anything you want. Johnny judges that you are getting better (or worse, in this case) with time. First, you made him promise you that he would grant you a wish on your birthday. He must do everything you say with no complaints. After all, it's your 25th birthday. A very marking date, in your opinion. Of course Johnny didn't know you had a whole plan in your mind when he accepted it.
You had this weird wish to celebrate your birthday at this specific place called Doggo Loco. It was a mix of bar-restaurant-club, but due to the music concept and attractions, it was a place mainly for girls. However, lately it seems that all your friendships have come to an end. Many of your friends were already married or had moved away, leaving you behind. But, out of all the people in your life, the one who always stayed was Johnny. So, surely you want to spend your birthday with him.
The night feels perfect. Perfect weather, not too hot, a fresh wind passes by you making your dress dance. And you were radiating, shining out of excitement. Johnny could see it in your eyes, so yeah, he knew he would be like a marionette in your hands tonight.
He wouldn't admit it, but the place was not that bad. You were right. There were some guys around. Guys from two specific groups: gay guys or the ones making company to their girlfriends while they all danced to remix of Beyonce and Nick Minaj.
At some point Johnny laughed wondering if you really wanted to spend time with him, or you simply wanted a day to boss him around, telling him to grab another drink. But he doesn't mind it. It's your day, and it looks like the best of your life.
You wiggle your finger, calling him with a bold smirk on your lips. Johnny chuckles getting closer, feeling you holding on to his forearms to have some balance.
-This time, I want... a pina colada. – You say in silly giggles.
-Birthday girl, I think you've drunk too much already. Or don't you want to remember anything about your party tomorrow? – He says, and you pout in a tantrum.
-Whaat? But I've just started. – You say, still resting your hands on his arms.
-At least take a break for a bit. I can get you another one in 30 minutes. – He says, and you roll your eyes.
-You told me you would let me do whatever I wanted. – You say like a kid who needs permission from your parents, making Johnny laugh. It's not like he really could forbid you from doing anything, yet you always listen to him in the end.
You stick out a finger to him in a scolding tone.
-I remember you said that when I get to 25, I would be an adult. You said I could even get a boyfriend. – You laugh out loud of the joke Johnny always did to you. Saying you were just a little girl, so immature for an adult experienced person like himself. – Look, now I'm not a little girl anymore.
You smile proudly, as if you had proved him a point you wanted for a long time. He grins as his eyes drop to the strap of your dress, falling beautifully from your shoulder. His hand takes it, putting it in place again while your eyes stare deeply at him.
-Yes, you're right. – He says, giving in to you this time. Maybe just tonight he could let you win the argument.
Your eyes deviate from his face, going down to his chest. He is wearing a black shirt. That black T-shirt that draws perfectly the curves of his chest and holds his biceps tightly, almost looking like it was small for his size. Your hand slides by his arms, getting to that muscle, slowly squeezing it like it was therapy.
-Getting a little touchy, ugh? – Johnny jokes, and you look at his eyes, pulling your hand back.
-Sorry. I stepped out of the line this time. – You chuckle nervously.
-I didn't say you couldn't. I wasn't scolding you. -He says, and you arch an eyebrow, coming back with your hand to his biceps.
-Then it means you don't mind it. – You joke, caressing his arms as if you were enchanted by them.
-Why do you seem to like it so much anyway? Is it like your anti-stress toy now? – He jokes, and you laugh.
-Well, in the end I'm just a woman with primitive instinctive thoughts. – You say, and he shakes his head, jokingly "disapproving" your behavior.
Your fingers start to playfully walk by his arms, slowly getting to his shoulders, feeling them until they rest in his chest. A gulp rolls down his throat, noticing the change in your touches and in your gaze. You look messily drunk, but in a very sexy way in his eyes.
Your body was way too close to your usual proximity. You were staring at him too intensely when your hand moved to the side of his face. Maybe the alcohol has really gotten to your neurons.
-How much you "do not mind it"? – You ask, and his mouth opens a little in surprise.
-For you... nothing. – He says, and you breathe out, now glancing at his lips. Those fleshy lips you've always found so attractive.
You got on your tiptoes, sealing your lips with his. A clumsy kiss, lazy and slow, with a tiny taste of alcohol, but which feels so good. Your legs are weirdly weak, even if your heart was pounding inside your chest while his arms held you by the waist.
-Will you not regret it tomorrow? – He says, between the kisses.
-I'm not that drunk, Johnny. I know what I'm doing. – You say, caressing his hair. - Will you? - You ask with a smirk.
-Regretting to kiss you? - He makes a thinking face. - I mean, what can I do if I'm your slave today? - He jokes, watching your lips turning into a smirk, pretending not to like the way he teases you. - I promised you I would do anything you want, right? So... - He says, pulling you by the waist, getting his face closer to your neck. - If touching me and kissing me is what you want... - His low tone brings you chills as he brushes his lips in your jaw, until lining up his face with yours. - I can make this huge sacrifice.
His eyes switched between your eyes and your lips. The huge sacrifice seemed to be easier even for him than for you when he crashed his lips into yours, kissing you deeply. You weren't expecting to receive such a wonderful gift like that, but in the end, only Johnny could give it to you.
