This time, when I headed to the bar after work, I remembered to bring my jacket and house key. I stopped at home to get ready. My two best friends, Holly and Genevieve, were coming along with me. I debated knocking on Ian's door and asking him to come with me.
God, no, this is a girl's night. Stop thinking about him, I thought.
Shaking my head, I spritz some perfume on myself and lock my apartment door behind me. I half prayed I wouldn't run into Ian; what would he think of me if he knew I went out every other night and got wasted? My stomach flipped.
He'd think you're a pitiful freak, that's what.
Gen and Holly greeted me with a squeal and a big hug; it felt good to see them again.
As we all crowded into the back of the Uber, I filled them in on Ian.
"He sounds like a hottie!" Holly giggled.
My cheeks reddened. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Do you like him?"
"Do I like him?" I repeated her question out loud, rolling it over in my head.
"Hell no. He's just..." I sigh. "He's just another boy."
"I'm not so sure about that, girlie." Gen said with an airy laugh.
"Well, I am." I muttered defensively.
"Hey, we're here!" Holly exclaimed.
We all scrambled out of the car, practically falling over each other in excitement.
"Welp...let's go get wasted." I laughed.
The two cheered, and we all headed in.
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"It was great seeing you guys..." I slurred, putting a hand on both of their shoulders and walking through the front of my complex.
"Oh, hey Ian!" I called obnoxiously as the taller man came into sight, "You look lovely ma'am," I giggled, patting his cheek.
Ian frowned. "Come on. Let's get you home. Do you have your key?"
"You're so bossy," I smirked, "and tall."
He put his arm around me. "Let's go."
He half-guided half-dragged me up to my apartment and helped me open it up. He sat on my bed, talking to me, trying to calm me down a little as I giggled and stumbled in circles around my room.
"(y/n), go take a shower. I'll make some ramen. No, no, (y/n), you're gonna break that- ugh, please, just-"
"Shhhhhh...." I put a finger to his mouth and sat down on his lap. "Just relax, heheh." I stood back up and dropped my coat to the floor, throwing my heels to the side. I gave him an innocent look. "C-can you unzip my dress please?"
"I-I don't think-"
"Please, Ian, I can't reach." I pouted.
He stood up, hesitantly, undoing my dress down to the hem of my undergarments. I got a chill when his fingers brushed my spine.
"I'm gonna go cook something for you to eat, you can just...(y/n)...?"
He froze, watching me slide my clothing to the floor. His face got increasingly more red as he stared. I walked over to my closet and pulled on a big sweater. I unclasped my bra and took it off under my shirt, throwing it at Ian. The blush on his face spread to his ears and cheeks as he caught it and tossed it on my bed.
I walked over to him, confident in my drunken stupor.
"Ian..." I quietly sang, gliding my hands up his shirt. I bit my lip, making eye contact with him.
"(y/n), you're drunk. Don't do this to yourself." he pleaded, doing his best to look away from me.
"Please, Ian.. you're soooo hot..." I giggled, attempting to slide his shirt off.
He flashed me an agitated look. Grabbing my wrists front under his shirt and holding them, he took a small half step away from me. "We will talk about this when you're sober."
He let go of me and walked off to the kitchen, fishing around in my fridge for something to eat.
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( a/n ) I'm actually decently happy with this chapter oops
