Blood Lust

Drinking Game

"C'mon...." I thought. "Come over here and talk to me, you sexy thing you." I tried making seductive eyes at the guy across the bar from me. He was tall, and handsome. His hair moussed to one side of his head, his jawline as sharp as a razor, his smile (from what I could see) glistening with perfectly white teeth, eyes brown from what I can tell. He looks like an angel. Absolutely perfect. "Look for just for a second, gorgeous." I begged half-silent thru gritted teeth.

"I'll look at you if you'd like." I hear what sounds like a highly feminine voice say from behind me. I turn around to see a woman, about my height, 5'5, long red-brown hair, hazel eyes, long lashes covered lightly with mascara, top lid made in eyeliner with perfect wings and smokey-eye shadow effect to make her eyes pop.

"Um.. It looks as though you already are." I say, trying not to sound like a jerk as I notice her eyes bounce up and down my body. I glance over my shoulder to see the guy with some other girl. "Damn it." I thought. I turn to look back at the girl who is still very interested with the cleavage my dress is showing. "I have eyes ya' know." I say with a bit of irritation. She immediately looks me dead in my eyes, cupping my chin and leaning in 5 inches from my face.

"And what a beautiful shade of blue they are." She says giving me a smug smile with a light chuckle. "Oh the things I could do to that amazing figure," She turns back to my body, taking a hold of my shoulder and twisting me in a circle. "Hmm, can I buy you a drink?"

"I only do shots," I say, hoping the fact the expense of the drink will change her mind.

"Well, isn't that interesting?" She leans over my shoulder, moving my hair. "So do I." She whispers. "So what would you like then?"

"Uhm.. Fireball." I say quietly.

"Can I get four Fireball shots over here please?" She says over the counter. "How weird.. That is my favorite shot too."

"Who said it was my favorite?" I say as the bartender brings up four shot glasses, and fills each of them in a row with the cinnamon whiskey. I pick one up and throw it back, allowing the alcohol to sit in my mouth for a second before I swallow it. It really is my favorite, I love the tingle it leaves.

"If it isn't your favorite then go ahead and order the thing that is." She winks at me. "Its on me, so why not?" She throws back one of the shots.

"Oh I'd rather not waste your money," I say only because I can't think of another drink I'd want, I only drink Fireball. And even then, two shots gets me pretty tipsy. I'm such a light-weight and I'm already two shots in. One on myself, and one of the two she bought for me.

"Either order your favorite drink or the rest of these are yours," she says gesturing to the two other shots on the counter.

"Oh fuck." I think.