HIM And I

Drunken Fun ( 35 )

ALEXANDRIA'S POV :

As soon as we entered the night club, we were hit by loud music and a strong smell of alcohol. We made way towards the bar. Since the bartender was a friend if mine, I simply started a conversation with him.

"Hey Max, how are you doing?" I asked him.

"Fine. You know, the usual. Haven't seen you for quiet a lot of time. Where were you?" he asked. He came out from behind the counter and gave me a friendly hug. I didn't think twice and immediately engulfed him in the hug.

Suddenly, hearing someone clear their throat, I pulled out. Blake was glaring dangerously at Max. Uh Oh. What? Can't I even hug a guy in front of him now? Possessive ass*ole.

"Now, if you are done, can I have an Aunt Roberta?" Blake asked Max.

"WOW, man! You really wanna get drunk, don't you? Just wait a second, I'll will be right back." and Max disappeared behind the counter.

"Why so strong?" I asked Blake, once Max was out of ear shot. It obviously worried me, cause if he wanted to get so drunk, something might have happened.

"Nothing, just order whatever you want." he replied grumpily. Huh?

Once Max was back with Blake's Aunt Roberta, I ordered Lemon Drop Martini. Soon Blake was on his 3rd shot and me on the 2nd.After drinking, we both decided to go and let loose on the dance floor.

We joined the teenagers and most of the youth population on the dance floor. The DJ was playing all party songs and everyone seemed to be dancing without any care of the world.

Why would I care too? I started dancing like never before. My body felt like it was on fire. The alcohol wasn't exactly on it's show, but my inner craziness. My limbs were moving on their own. I hadn't dance since so long and it felt so good and free to let loose.

When I turned back to ask Blake if he's ready for another shot, I found him no where. I stepped off the dance floor trying to search for him, only to find him flirting with someone. Wait,why does it feel like that someone was somehow elder to us? Of course, the 2 ladies looked like they were 20 to 25. What the hell?

I briskly walked towards the three of them. I needed him to explain what was going on. When I stood face to face with him, I couldn't help but feel frustrated and fumed.

"Oh wow, look at you Blake! Nice try for two timing. But darling, I'm not your back up plan, or definitely not a second choice. Especially after them. Good luck trying to win their heart. Cause you know what? You just lost mine." and with that, I fled to the bar, not caring about Blake's feelings or even looking back at him.

"1 Long Island Iced Tea please." I ordered.

Soon, I was drinking and glancing at the dance floor, hoping that the night would have gone better. Suddenly, a young man about 25 came and took a seat beside me.

"If your right leg was Christmas," he started "and your left leg was Easter, would you let me come for dinner between the holidays?" he asked. Oh, the pick up lines are back.

"I'm Jewish" I spat back, completely pissed with the situation to deal with him.

"Oh come on, then let's try another. Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" he tried again. What's up with these corny lines?

"No, actually it's just you" I stated.

"Really? I knew I was-" he wasn't able to complete his sentence when I interrupted him.

"It's you, because you just got crashed and burnt" I completed.

He laughed out loud. After calming himself, which I'm sure took more than 3 hours, he stated "I like you. Not just as a hottie who I'd like to f*ck, but also as a potential friend. My name's Jasper."