Cubicle [h.s. au]

9) Take Me

Roni

My Saturday afternoon consisted of going to the market and the gym, nothing too exciting. Then I came home and ate a quick bite while watching the telly. My friend Patricia phoned me to ask if I wanted to go out, but I told her I had a date. She insisted I give her all the juicy details, but I was very vague. I wasn't ready to share Harry just yet.

Around six-thirty, I started to get ready. This time I chose a pair of skinny jeans, a simple grey tee and a black blazer. I added one of my favorite chunky necklaces and my ankle boots, and I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail.

Harry arrived promptly at eight, wearing a green t-shirt, jeans and his amazing smile. I invited him in, almost offering him a drink but quickly realizing that would be silly since we were going to a pub.

"Shall we go?" I asked.

"Of course."

I grabbed my bag and followed Harry into the hallway, locking the door behind me.

"I hope you don't mind," Harry announced as we walked down the stairs. "Some of my mates will probably be there."

"Oh, I don't mind," I said. "I'd love to meet them."

I didn't tell Harry this just to be nice. I genuinely wanted to meet his friends. I really liked Harry, and I always felt like meeting those someone was closest to could reveal things about the person that I might not catch on a one-to-one basis.

I thought the pub looked familiar, and I finally recognized it as we walked inside. I had been there once before with Patricia and her sister Charlotte, shortly after Charlotte had turned eighteen and wanted to go out drinking. Since then, Charlotte had decided hanging out with her older sister and her friends was not her cup of tea.

Harry guided me toward the bar with his hand on my back. As soon as we ordered our drinks, I heard someone yell his name. Two lads sitting at the other end of the bar waved him over.

"Hey, mate!" one of them exclaimed as we walked up.

He was a thin blonde in a plaid flannel shirt. Harry introduced him to me as Caleb. His other friend, a shorter lad with brown hair and a white jumper was Matt. They both came off as very friendly fellows, though I could feel Matt's eyes staring at me as I took a seat at the stool next to his. Harry continued to stand so that he could easily chat with the three of us.

I watched Harry as he would speak to his friends animatedly. He was so cute. I knew that if I had met him at a pub, I would have flirted with him, hoping he would buy me a drink. I felt lucky knowing I was his date.

As the evening progressed, I started to feel a little tipsy. The boys were taking turns buying rounds, and when Matt's turn came up, he insisted on tequila shots. I asked them to wait for me as I excused myself to the ladies room. Standing up from my stool, I grabbed hold of Harry's arm, partly to steady myself, and partly because I craved the touch. I winked at him as I ran my hand slowly down his arm, nearly bumping into him as I passed him. I sat on the toilet feeling light-headed and extremely aroused. I wondered how long we needed to stay before going back to my place.

Harry

I could tell Roni was getting drunk. Not that she's a lightweight. The lads and I had been buying rounds, and I think we were on our fourth already. Matt took it upon himself to order shots for the next one. Roni's eyes got wide when he announced it, and quickly excused herself to the toilet, asking us to wait for her. As she got up from her stool, she grabbed my arm and gave me a fuck me look. I watched her walk away before taking a seat on her stool.