The beach was littered with people dancing, laughing, chatting and just having a good time. The lights from the club filtered down to the sand where the bon fires leapt up to the stars. My long hair which I left down, swayed in the slight night time breeze as Milo and myself made our way to the bar.
"Two Margirrrrrita's please." Milo asked the bar man, rolling the R making me giggle.
"You're such a retard!" I say to Milo shaking my head.
"What! Ouch! That hurt Josie-posie! Now because you hurt my feelings, you owe me a favor. And before you ask what, I'm not gonna tell 'till I need you to do it! Mwahahaha" Milo said, finishing off with a classic evil laugh.
"Like I said...retard."I say as the bar tender hands over our drinks. "How much do I owe you?" I ask as I reach for my purse.
"Let's make this on the house for the pretty lady and her... er... Friend?" He asked swinging his head in the direction of Milo who was "fishing" as he likes to call it.
"Yep. Just a friend." I say, flirting back to the bar tender. I take the drinks and make my way over to Milo who had started talking to some really hot guys. Why do all the really hot guys have to be gay!?!
As I stand there, getting into the conversation, the one guy next to me keeps looking at me in the slimeyist way. You know when you can feel them undressing you with their eyes...? Well, that's what this slime-ball was doing. And by the growing bulge in his pants, he was obviously not gay. I tried to ignore him and finally he left, thank god!
"...and then I said, its not an umbrella, its a golf club!" Milo said as the other guys started laughing at his joke that I had obviously missed out on!
"Would you look at that, my glass is empty." I say as I show Milo my glass, trying to get him to get me another one. He just looks at me, so I just smile and go over to the bar alone.
"What will it be?" Said the bar tender as he leaned on the bar smiling at me.
"Red bull and Vodka please." I say smiling back at him. "And this time I insist on paying."
"Ok, ok. But the one after this is on me." He said sweetly. " But please don't tell the boss." He added as he winked.
I smiled and locked my lips with an invisible key.
After a few more drinks and some fun chatting with the bar tender, I decided to get up and look for Milo but with the first step my knees just about buckled. Obviously I had drunken too much so I sat down at the bar again.
"Here have some lemonade, it will make you feel better." A voice rather close to my right said in a smarmy tone. I looked at him and recognize him as the slime ball who was checking me out earlier that night. He pushed the lemonade closer to me and I take it. The first few sips went down well and were refreshing but it had such an odd aftertaste. Out the corner of my eye I saw the bar tender and slime ball share a look which immediately sent alarm bells off in my head. I stood up to leave but the bar, people and beach all started to spin. I felt rough hands grip my shoulders and I tried to push them away but my arms just fell limply to my sides. I tried to shout but all that came out was a gargled mumbled version of "leave me alone, somebody help me!"
"You're so silly when you're drunk." Slime ball said. "She's got a drinking problem. Just can't say no to the bottle." He said to a group of people near by as he tried to guide me away from everybody. What ever was in the lemonade had obviously done what he wanted it to do. The last thing I remember is stumbling off into the dark with sweaty rough hands on my body...
"I don't think she wants to leave with you..." Was all I heard before I passed out into complete and utter darkness...
