Turning Tables

Chapter 4- One Night With You

10:42

Chris led me around, showing me off to his friends, to which apparently found me quite appealing. So if they all did, Drew had to as well. Am I wrong? Music played loudly, a few people danced, a few people stood around in cliques, and a few- most, actually, were playing beer pong. Currently, I stood beside Chris as he talked to some of his friends, and I looked around, wondering where Andrew could have gone. 

A red solo cup was in my hand, but I couldn't even look at it without getting a headache from the thought of the previous night. I couldn't do that back to back hangover thing. The DJ announced he was going to play some slower songs. I peered into my cup. What color was that stuff? I sniffed it. Smelled like beer. I tasted it. Yeah, definitely beer. One beer couldn't hurt me, could it?

I watched as couples clung to each other on the dance floor. Not clung, but danced very close together. The song playing seemed intimately sexy rather than just slow. I turned around, noticing Chris looking straight into my eyes. "Want to dance?"

"Sure," I answered, and let him escort me onto the dance floor. We danced in a casually seductive manor, nothing to intimate, but enough to think we were into each other.

And yet, the thought of how Andrew may not find me attractive would not leave my brain. Why did that bother me so much? I'd never been so worried about another man finding me attractive. Chris obviously found me attractive, so why did I have my panties in such a wad over this? I continued to dance with Chris thoughout the song. Then I saw Drew. He danced a little more than casually with a long-black haired girl. She wore high waisted shorts and a crop top. Is she what he found attractive?

I could hardly take my eyes off of Andrew. Chris squeezed my hip. "Are you alright?"

"I'm lovely," I smiled.

11:02

 Chris and I just leaned against the counter in the kitchen, drinks in hand, and I was probably a little past buzzed. I was trying to find a way to casually bring Drew up into conversation. "Who was that girl Drew was dancing with?"

Okay, it came out a little differently than I'd planned on. Chris just looked and me with a smile and shrugged. "Ex girlfiend, Andrea."

Were they getting back together? I wondered. Are they hooking up tonight? No. They can't. He's not that type of guy. Drew was too sweet to be like that. But, it is an ex.... No, he still wouldn't do that. He wouldn't take a risk on potentially hurting someone he semi cares about. Or used to care about. How did I know this? I just did, That's just the type of person he came off to be. He was good.

I finished my third drink. Didn't I say I wouldn't drink tonight? No, maybe not. Who cares. Andrew walked up. "Do you like hippies?"

Maybe if Andrea was a hippie, that's why he liked her. Maybe that's what I needed to be. So then he'd be attracted to me. Or so I thought at the time, because let's face it- I was drunk. Chris spit out his drink, laughing uncontrollably at my random question. I didn't really find it all too humorous, because I wanted to find out what he liked.

Drew looked to Chris, then back at me with a curious gaze. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Only, three. It's not like I'm drunk or anything," I nodded, trying to convince him I wasn't past buzzed.

He nodded with an amused look. "Gotcha."

"So do you?" I asked. "Do you likes hippies?"

"Why would you ask me that, Ashley?" Andrew asked me, raising an eyebrow, and Chris just grinned.

"TELL ME!" I shouted.

"Woah, girl," Chris put his hands on both of my arms and steadied me. 

"No, I don't like hippies," Drew said with a smirk. "Happy?"