Something Always Brings Me Back to You

20) Be There

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LATER THAT NIGHT, JUNE 2008

Cristiano's POV

"Gin and tonic," I walked up to the bar and asked the bartender. He nodded and walked off. I never drank - after my father's death, just the smell of it reminded me of memories I never wanted to relive again. But tonight was an exception. After seeing Sophie in that dress, and then dancing with her, and then having to leave her -- I needed a drink.

"What's a fine man like you doing alone tonight?" I heard a high female voice say from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned around slowly, prepared to shoo away another desperate, half-drunk girl. I was surprised when I saw who it was.

"Hannah?"

"Yeah," she said laughing lightly. She turned to the bartender who had just returned with my drink and said, "make that two," before quickly turning her attention back to me and smiling widely as she trailed her finger up and down my shoulder in a clearly drunk-seductive way.

"So seriously, what are you doing alone? Haven't picked up some lucky girl yet to take her home and, um...not sleep?" She said in a softer tone, shuffling closer and closer to me until our bodies were nearly touching.

"So seriously, what are you doing alone? Haven't picked up some lucky girl yet to take home, and, um...not sleep?" She said in a softer tone, shuffling closer and closer to me until our bodies were nearly touching.

Neither one of us spoke for a few seconds. I was in complete shock as to what was happening. I thought I had made it clear to her after our last run-in that I was not interested. She was just completely drunk. Then suddenly, a loud cackle emitted from her mouth and she just started laughing hysterically. After 2 minutes of nonstop laughter, she quieted down and after two or three seconds, just dropped her head on my shoulder and put her hands around my body, gripping me tightly.

"Okay, you're so drunk," I said laughing, and pulling her off me, trying to brush off how actually awkward this conversation was for me. I placed her a good distance away from me, leaning on a nearby barstool, but she somehow still managed to move closer to me. She put her face really close to mine and before I could say something, she started speaking.

"You're such a great guy, Cris, such a great guy. I don't know why Sophie hasn't forgiven. You." She said swallowing and slurring her words continuously. "If it were me, with you, I would never get mad at you. Ever. And I would do anything for you. Anything." She said raising her eyebrows in what she thought was a sultry way, but just came off as completely wasted and ridiculous.

Before I could move to get her off of me, or at least say something in response to this insane almost-declaration of love for me, she planted the most aggressive, sloppy kiss on my lips. I was so taken aback it took be a few seconds to gather my thoughts and push her off me firmly.

"You need to stay away from me. I would never do that to Wayne." I said harshly to Hannah, before walking away quickly before anyone saw me.

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A FEW HOURS LATER

"Ticket?" the 35 year-old woman working at the coat check said to me. She was wearing a skin tight black stretch and sheer fabric body con dress and had her hair in a slicked back, greasy ponytail. I handed over the piece of paper between my two fingers and looked forward, to the door of the club.

"I'll be there in two minutes," I called ahead to my brother, Hugo, and my sister's husband, Zé, who had come with me to the club. They were my best friends; my mother had always said the only people you could ever really trust were family. Family would always stick by you.