Actress [h.s]

Ch. 1

Push Start;

Iris POV

I walk into the bar ready for the night. I know I have to meet with Claire because she is the one who invited me in the first place. I look around and everyone one is dancing and clinking there drinks together, I feel like a fish in a duck pond. Then I feel someone caress my arm hoping it is Claire and not some random drunk.

"Hey bitch," she says I can tell that she isn't fully drunk but she's getting there.

"Hey, why am I here again?" I ask because I drove all the way over here hoping not to catch the paparazzi.

"My guy from work is dying so he wanted to celebrate," she says loudly as they play a new song.

"Oh... really?" listening to her say that made me feel uneasy.

"I'm kidding silly, its this guys birthday that I've never met before and he said all drinks on him. So I brought you along with me, as a gift." She says while ordering us a drink. I turn around and take a shot hoping it will go down fast because Claire has a bad taste in alcohol. My eyes catch on to his. I can tell the bartender is my type by the way he watches us swallow our drinks.

"Hello pretty boy." I say confidently putting down the shot glass. Alcohol is a friend of mine because it makes me confident in things I would never do.

" Do you like it?" he says watching my expression.

"The aftertaste isn't of my liking." I speak the truth.

"The whole drink isn't of my liking." he says making me laugh uncontrollably.

We talk for almost 30 minutes, and every time I laugh, I drink, and when I run out he fills me up again.

"Why did you choose to work here?" I ask.

"Well if I want to keep my apartment then this will be my only option." He says with a cute smirk on his face.

"What about a doctor?" I ask without intention.

"What about a doctor?"he says back full of sarcasm.

"Ever wanted to be a doctor?" I ask.

"Yes actually, when I was small. Have you ever had a dream job?" he says while I take a small sip of my martini.

"An actress." I reply.

"I've always wanted to date an actress," he says cleaning a glass.

"Funny thing is... I am one. " I say with no thought of it after.

Minutes go by as he watches my sweet eyes fold as I drift off being so tired from the other day.

"I will take you home." he says I immediately snap up.

"What why?"

"Because your drunk and can't drive, you brought your car here, and your friend just passed out over there." as he points to the other side of the bar. I look and there she is sitting at a seat with her head on the table. I nod my head signaling him to take me home in the next minute. He puts his stuff down and clocks out for the night to take me home.

"What's your name?" I say, all words slurred.

"Parker." he says swiftly. His words run through my head. I know I'm drunk but feeling his arms around my waist guiding me to Claire made me feel so special. I turn my face to his and he smiles at me with his pearly whites. I lean in for a kiss and we stop in the middle of everything. His lips are like silk they immediately lock onto mine and his arms wrap around me holding me up on my feet.

"We have to go," I say.

"I know." it feels as if he is reading my mind.

We both slowly pull away and I slightly want more. We walk to Claire and wake her up to go to my car. His strong arms place me gently into the car and I feel the engine mumble under me. My eyes take a while to close but the sounds of soft music puts me to sleep.