I stared at the shots on the counter in front of me blankly. "I have to finish..." I paused. "There's nothing you can really do if I decide not to drink all of them, or choose my 'favorite' drink." I said crossing my arms.
She gave me the same smug smile as she had before.
Oh no. Not that look again. It's kind of intimidating.. and by intimidating I mean hot, and by hot I mean... wait.. what?.
"Now why would you waste those perfectly good shots?" She raised an eyebrow at me, and pushing them closer. "If you don't drink them and choose something different, I will finish the shots. But if you don't choose something different and you don't drink them then they aren't being drank."
Stumped on what I should do I weigh out the pros and cons of both choices.
Pros of drinking the shots: I don't let her waste her money on my non-existent favorite drink, I get drunk without buying the shots myself
Cons of drinking the shots: I get shit-faced, a hang over, and probably a bad stomach ache
Pros of not drinking the shots: I can get a fruity drink that doesn't upset my stomach so much, I won't get shit-faced
Cons of not drinking the shots: She blows more money on me, she can say I lied when I said I only drink shots
I decide its just best to do the shots. Without saying anything, without blinking, I look directly at her, grab one shot after the other and shot them back. 'Oh that's not gonna set right in a little bit.' "I didn't even get your name." I say in genuine curiosity. "Who are you?"
"Haha. The names Jessika, with a 'K'." She said.
"Soooo.. Kessica?" I said, shots seeming to kick in as soon as they hit stomach contact.
"Ahahaha, no, J-E-S-S-I-K-A."
"Oh. Ok." The words fumbled out of my mouth. "YOu'rE pRetTy." I struggled to say.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I say that anyways? I'm not interested in girls. I mean.. I don't think I am.. But this girl is just, wow. She looks amazing. And that skin tight red dress, mid thigh, with lace over-trim, made her stand out in the crowd which I didn't notice until I looked around and almost all male eyes were on her, some girls too.
"Why thank you. As are you. Can we get out of here? Its really loud, I could drop you off at your house, you seem a little unstable to drive anyways."
"Anything for yooouuuu pretty lady." Half singing, half talking.
"Alright then." And with that she grabbed my hand and led us out of the club and outside. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what she was driving. It was a Matte Black M3 with red trim. As I walked, more like wobbled to her car, she opened the door and allowed me to get in the passenger seat. Next thing I know she's in the seat next to me in the drivers seat. "So, where do you live?"
YOU ARE READING
Blood Lust
RomanceFor the record this is not a vampire story, its not a horror story, its a story based off some of my many fetishes.. if it disturbs you then don't read it. If it doesn't then go ahead.. But you can't say I didn't warn you. There will be light BDSM...
