Gone too Far

Chapter 11

*******Picture on the side of BRAD, (Stacey's X)

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I looked at my car for a second and decided walking to the nearest bar would just be ten times easier incase I got drunk and hitched a ride with some hot guy over to his place. The only thing different about tonight was that I was going off on my own. Stacey usually accompanied me whenever we decided to walk to a bar because our neighborhood wasn't exactly there safest place to be walking along at night, especially alone.

After many pass-by whistles from guys I passed along the sidewalk and the sound of my heels clicking along the pavement for about a half hour, I finally caught sight of a bar across the street. I slid my hand into my jacket pocket and searched for my cellphone to check the time. Dammit. I left it at home along with my purse.

I shook my head at my own stupidity and walked into the bar flipping my hair to one side.

The bar room was filled with cigar smoke, and old drunk men. Not my usual scenery, but as long as one of them payed for my drinks, I'd be satisfied.

I spotted a scruffy cute young looking guy in the corner of the room, already having his own eyes on me with a empty beer mug in his hands. I walked over to the bar and took a seat away from all the old men looking me up and down while I watched cutie coming over to the bar, sitting next to me on a bar stool.

"Hey Jimmy!"

The guy yelled over to the bar tender.

"Get me another tall one, and add whatever this pretty girl here wants to my tab."

He looked me up and down with a smirk on his face and I smiled sweetly back at him telling the bar tender what I wanted.

"So whats your name?"

He took a large gulp from his beer as I looked him over.

Tall, scruffy sandy colored hair, and he was wearing baggy black jeans and a white and green checkered shirt. I almost used Stacey's name but stopped myself.

"I'm Scarlett, and you are?"

"Scarlett… it fits you. My names Cameron. But you can call me Cam."

He held out his hand for me to shake it and I did.

Cameron flashed me his smile as I took my vodka shot and downed two more. This guy definitely thought he was going to get some tonight.

"So whats a pretty girl like you in a dress doing slumming' it down here?" 

"Slumming?"

I asked raising an eyebrow.

"You know, hanging around 'poor people's pub', when you could be driving your fancy car to some celebrity party?"

He took a few more gulps of his beer while the bar tender grabbed me three more shots. They were beginning to turn my stomach and I could feel my head starting to fuzz.

"My car is crap, and I can assure you, I'v never been to a celebrity party before."

Cameron smiled at me kindly and tilted his head to the side a bit.

"So you don't mind spending your night with someone like me then?"

I wasn't sure if his words had a double meaning.

"Why would I? You seem like a pretty nice guy."

Winking, I tossed my hair over my shoulder.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?"