Drunk Texts

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around the block, order my usual.

sliding her phone into the front pocket of tonights handbag her legs carried her as fast as possible towards the bar at the end of the street.

spotting her friend right away she wasted little time getting her coat off at her seat, hanging it on the back of the chair before thanking Amy for ordering her drink with a splash of lemon.

"what took you so long?" Amy's curiosity made an apperience. after letting the first few gulps go down she opened her mouth to speak up

"Ben." she hissed gripping her tall glass with white knuckles, Amy frowned her gold eyebrows brought together until dipping immediatly in a scowl.

"you texted him lastnight?" Amy accused, with a wobbly lip and anger in her eyes she pointed a slim bare nailed finger to the end of the bar, where they sat together a long time ago.

"is that actually him?"

she spoke in a whisper, of course shes been down here with every intention of bumping into him, shes even sat at that end. turning slowly trying not to be noticable Amy caught a glimps of the man sitting in a plain white tee swallowing down the same drink as her friend, except for the lemon and coke.

"yes," she swallowed, then brought her own hand up to point in the same direction "and thats Tashia."

a lovely laugh vibrated from the direction of the two girls' attention as if she knew. two thin slender forearms rested on the bar never ending legs hung from her stool, an even deep tan covering every inch from her smooth shoulders to her tattoo covered ankle. she was as breathless to look at as she was for her to see sitting beside him

"im going to need another drink,

"and another after that."