After the amazing victory she had experienced, Morgan decided it was time to pleasure her (no pun intended) with a drink or two, maybe three. She planned to lose her mind for the night even if that meant she’d get a killer headache the next day. In her mind, it was completely worth it.
Plus, she deserved it, a night to herself. She loved showing guys up at their own game. It made her feel accomplished in a way, like she was untouched and tonight she felt like that.
Grinning to herself as she remembered the previous events of tonight, Morgan laughed at the thought of Justin’s face when she won. It indeed was priceless; definitely marked down as one of the funniest things to happen in her life.
Finally finding the place she’d been looking for—the big highlighted letters MARCO’S PLACE blazing brightly—Morgan opened the door that led into the bar, stepping side and sauntering herself through the sweaty—due to the dancing they did—and crowded area.
Once she found the bartender—in his sleek white dress shirt, black dress pants and vest—and the island surrounding him, she took a seat on a stool, signaling with her two fingers that she was ready to request her drink.
When the eyes of the bartender met her sleek figure sitting down, a smirk immediately found its way on her lips. “What’d you like?”
“Shots stat” She replied monotonously, clearly not interested at all, her gaze falling on the marble table top in front of her.
Nodding, the guy turned around; grabbing a series of small glasses and the strong vodka he’d fill them with. Once all was ready and done, he turned to Morgan, giving her the glassed filled with the liquid she ordered.
Taking it without hesitation, she dipped her head back while feeling the cool liquid as it splashed against the back of her throat, sending chills down her spine; burning her flesh. Morgan quickly shook the feeling away before slamming the small glass on the table, taking the other shots one after the other. Once she finished them all, Morgan found herself hollering for another round.
"Don't you think you should be slowing down, little girl?" The bartender smirked, taking her in as his eyes salvaged her whole.
Morgan could tell he wanted a piece of her tonight and would even go to the extremes of taking advantage of her. He just gave off the impression of being a dick and Morgan simply didn’t have the time for his arrogance or “charm” as he’d probably call it though Morgan saw it as being pathetic.
"What does it look like to you? That I'm thirteen? Fuck off." Morgan spat in annoyance to his pathetic attempt to hit on her. Her next door neighbor could do better than that. . . And he was five.
Taking a step back, with his hands in the air as a sign of surrender, he took her response as a no as he attended another customer.
The music continued pounding against her eardrums, deafening her from hearing anything that was going on around her.
Looking around the place while she downed another shot and earning the sharp gazes of awestricken people around her, Morgan turned around fully to see what everyone was looking at, only to come in eye distance with none other than Justin himself.
She couldn't help but laugh at how dumb they all looked, gawking over someone who was just the same as them.
He walked around with such ignorance, it made Morgan cringe in disgust. Turning back around, Morgan took another shot as she repeated the process from before, asking the bartender for another straight one.
Nodding in approval as he filled it all the way to the top, the liquid about to burst out, Morgan winked before pressing the cool glass to her lips quickly, as she gulped it down with no problem.
"Wow, you waste no time." She heard someone call out from behind her, but she had no reason to turn around, she knew who it was.
"What do you want Justin?" She hissed, feeling the victory spin off from earlier this evening.
"Do I have to want something Morgan?" Her name rolled off his tongue in such seduction it made Goosebumps rise against the outer layer of her skin. Shaking off the feeling, Morgan turned around in her seat, her legs instantly parting from side to side so that he was standing in the middle.
"Came to drown in your loss?" She smirked, purposely ignoring his previous statement; earning a low growl.
"You cheated and you know it." He shook his head, his eyes a shade she hasn't quite experienced before and trust her when she says this. . . She knows what it’s like.
Scoffing as she grabbed her already filled drink to her lips once again, she slurped it down before popping her lips from the sour taste. "You’re just a pussy." She snarled. "Mad cause a girl beat you at your own game? It's okay. It's happened before but don't stand here and act all high and mighty because you’re Justin Bieber. You're nothing when it comes to me." And with that, she stood up, laying the glass on the stool before she pushed her way past, only to be pulled back.
"You know . . ." He slithered against her neck, his hot breath clashing amongst her cold skin. "For a girl who just walked into my territory you got a lot of sass for someone who could get themself shot any second."
"Please, I'm not scared of you. I've been through worse. But thanks for the warning. I'll be sure to stay clear of my 'sass'." Morgan mocked, before releasing herself from his grip. "And fyi," She turned towards him, her face undeniably close to his. "Don't try to threaten me." Her face grew hard and she pulled away. "It'll get you nowhere."
"We'll see about that!" Justin yelled after her as Morgan didn't dare to turn back. But instead, she flicked her middle finger up, disappearing into the crowd of people.
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Jileyoverboards Author Notes:
I love this story and I hope you guys do too! I have A LOT of fun things and drama planned so stay tuned!
You guys are amazing; thank you for the amaizng response on the first chapter!
