Oasis: Time Flies...

My Big Mouth

He was sat looking sad and lonely, nursing a pint. I didn't know what his problem was and I didn't care. I decided it was my duty to spread a little cheer.

"Are you buying us a drink?" I asked as I sat on the stool next to him.

He had a quick look at me before saying "Yeah, what y'having?"

"Hmm vodka and coke."

I got my drink, fast, chasing celebrity is good for something. I started drinking it, first drink of the night and it was free, great start.

"What am I calling you?"

"Emily."

"Yeah? How's that spelt, Emiliee with three es or summat?"

"Are y'calling me a stripper?" I looked into his eyes harshly.

I wasn't offended, how could I be when I'd walked over wearing a slutty dress with the sole intention to get some action with the biggest rockstar around.

"No, just wondering what makes y'think I wanna talk to you."

"Simple, I'm gonna give you the night of your life." I told him. "You're not gonna remember that name in the morning anyway."

He was taken aback a bit. "Really? Cos I've had some pretty mega nights. I mean y'do know who I am, don't you?"

"Yeah, think I've heard your name once or twice Liam."

I knew exactly who he was, I'd loved his band's music for years and just about everyone knew him and his brother's faces by now.

"Alright, you're on."

"Shall we ditch that stale pint for something better?" I pushed it away and ordering us Vodka shots.

"Y'don't start slow, do you?"

I shook my head and placed my hand on his lap. "There's no time for that."

"What's the rush?" He glanced at my hand as I caressed his thigh.

"I live for the moment, don't you, Mr Rockstar?"

"Course I do." He downed the shot and I followed suit.

"Good lad." I grabbed his cheeks and quickly kissed his lips.

"Not that I'm complaining but don't y'think you're coming on a bit strong?" he asked, making no effort to stop me.

"What? D'You want to sit around and chat first? D'you want to get to know me, find out me life story or d'you want to shag me?" I questioned, speaking fast.

"Okay, no time, let's skip the drink." He pulled a baggie of white powder out his pocket.

I took it and stuffed it in my bra, if he wanted it he was going to play by my rules. "Take me back to yours."

"I can't."

I stood up, threatening to leave. "Are you the person I think you are or not?"

"Yes!"

"Talks cheap liam." I wasn't looking for reasons or excuses.

He grabbed me and kissed me harder than I'd kissed him (aggressive, exactly what I needed) before ordering us a round of shots.

I took my seat again satisfied with his answer and the drinks flowed. We drank and kissed and fucked each other with our eyes as we downed shot after shot.

We kept going and going until we were sufficiently drunk and he agreed to take me back to his. I couldn't wait to fuck him for real.

As soon as we got to his he got handsy to get his coke back while my attention was on getting in his trousers. He sorted the coke on his kitchen countertop and we snorted the lot.