"What does that have to do with absolutely anything?" I asked the intoxicated, good looking man who had his swollen lips wrapped around the cup, taking small sips at a time.
He set his halfway full cup down, slicking his tongue over his plump lips before he begins to speak. "Nothing, it's just.. You're too innocent to be seen in something like that," He says, a smirk clear on his face as he lifts up his cup once more and guzzles the rest down.
"What do you mean, 'too innocent'?" I questioned, furrowing my small thin eyebrows whilst taking a few steps forward to get closer to his body that was slunched over on the stool.
"Basically," He slurred, trying to think of how to put his drunked words together for it to make sense. "Basically, your face says virgin, but that dress says i'm ready to be taken home." He mumbled deeply, proud at how well he put this words for being in the drunken state he was.
I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know nothing, maybe I am ready to be taken home." I rasied my eyebrow in defense, my cheeks flushed.
"Really?" He asked, shock clear in his voice. He knew better than that so he decided to play along. "Alright, let's go." The words slipped out, and he set his empty glass down.
I honestly didn't expect him do to that. I just said it, I don't want to be taken home but I always don't want to make myself look like a fool.
"Uh, well, I'm not drunk." I mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my dress. "Maybe another time." I slur, my tongue filling like it was slipping and sliding in my mouth.
"See, clearly you're not ready to have some random guy take you home. That means, next time you're out, wear a dress that isn't too pleasing to the males eyes unless you are ready to be taken home, got it?" He says, evidentally the smirk on his face described his feelings towards him winning perfectly.
I decided to give in, for one, he was right. For two, there wasn't much fight in arguing over it. I sighed, nodding my head up and down once before glancing at the clock at the wall.
His warm breath down my neck made me shoot my head towards his direction, my heart pumping faster than the beat of the music that played.
"Though you don't want to be taken home, I want to take you home." He growled hungrily into my ear, catching my attention real quick. How did we go from everything going back to normal, and minding out business the I turn my head to that.
My skin filled with goosebumps, a shiver going down my spine. "W-well, I should get going." I say nervously, just spitting the words out and hoping they'd come out the way I wanted. It was late and it was time for me to leave before I got myself into something I shouldn't have.
I pulled away from his hand that he had placed on my waist, turning my body to face his intimidating larger one. "It's late, I should get going." I whisper, my chest heaving up and down as my face was a bright red and my muscles were tightened up. I began to let my feet carry me away, a large hand wrapping around my wrist and he pulled me right back to his large, toned body. I felt my back hit the front of his hard chest, his breathing deep and steady.
"No, you're going home with me tonight, darling." He whispered into his ear, his soft lips being placed to the warm skin of my neck.
