The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

Beat Around The Bush.

'Hello, what can I get you?'

I look up at the handsome young bloke behind the bar. He has on a classic black vest with a long sleeve white shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has on a black apron as well.

I look up at the menu above his head, looking at all the fancy names.

'Um, I'd like a red raspberry vodka, extra rum please.' I tell him, while remembering our limit on how much we can drink.

'And you?' he looks to harry, sitting beside me.

Harry had been looking at the menu already, but he surprises me none the less with what he decides to start the night off with.

'Some rum please, just a hint of cherry, that'd be all' he drawls out. The young bloke turns around and begins making the drinks and I pull out 40 dollars.

'You're starting off the night with quiet the choice' I tell him as I set the money on the black bar top.

'Want to have fun. What about you? I think that was the grisliest drink there was' he teases. I hide the red from my cheeks as best as possible.

'Yeah and you got the manliest. Which is funny cause your pretty gay' I try and retort back.

He takes the near insult well

'Well, I don't need to complain about your choice because it matches you perfectly. You are quiet pretty, If I say so myself'

I catch his use of the word pretty, instead of handsome.

I just make a nod of acknowledgement as I take the drink the boy sets down for me, and watch as he hands harry the large glass of brown liquid just barely tented red in the light.

At this side of the room, the music isn't so loud that we can't hear each other but just loud enough for us to have to talk loud, but not unnecessarily too loud.

Harry takes the straw out of his drink, and turns partly towards me as he begins to gulp down the liquid. He stares at me as his throat bobs up and down swallowing the liquid quickly. He sets the glass down with a hiss, the glass half empty now. I'm still taking baby sips through my straw, and it feels like a huge blow to my ego.

'Oh you want to play like that?' I say as I take out my straw and set it down on a napkin. His eyes are already red. He stares at me with a smug smirk. I put the glass to my lips and let the smell of the drink lure me into the will to do this. I begin to chug it, barely taking time to breath. I close my eyes and hope there's not more left. I stop when I realize I've tilted the glass completely vertical. I open my eyes and everything is blurry, I set the glass down, ignoring the small flavor inducing balls at the bottom of the glass.

I look at harry through unfocused eyes.

My throat burns badly, but I ignore it for the sake of my pride.

'Ha, good one but you already look wasted' he slurs a bit

'I could say the same' I remark. He stares at me for a second as the song plays into a different beat.

I recognize the song as summer by Calvin Harris.

Harry stands up. He holds his hand out to me. I stare at it for a second.

Even after one drink I'm already feeling drunk.

'Come dance' he offers. I stand up beside him and barely let my hand graze his as he leads me through the thick crowd of people. I catch site of Liam with a drink in hand, standing beside Niall, who looks to be chatting up a cute brunette. Liam looks to be third wheeling it pretty hard. I feel bad for him and I see a group of girls who look to need a cute young boy to charm their pants off. I want to help Liam do just that, but am distracted as me and harry stop in the middle of the floor and he begins to sway side to side a little, watching me.