Spilled Wine

Chapter three

Our mystery babe is played by the sexy Stephan James

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   This man is going to get an ass whooping. He basically forces Jess to drink and when he was bored, sent her to me. Um no can do bub. Only one of us is suppose to get drunk and it was my night to drink into oblivion and be the one getting scolded. Now here I am, marching toward the stairs of the VIP room to go yell at some rich bastards for getting an innocent girl black out drunk. Ok so maybe shes not entirely innocent, but still. It's bad.

   I push and shove people out of my way and they throw dirty looks at me. I am on a mission. I do not care how rich and well known they are, they need to get off their high horses and prepare for me to wreak havoc on them. No one messes with my best friend and gets away with it. I see the stair case ahead of me and pull Jess forward ad run a little faster. Whipping my body around the railing, I stand up straight and face the body guard.

   " This is a restricted area. You can't be here and frankly sweetie, you cant afford to be here." he says looking me up and down.

   I get up real close to his face. I can see his big pores and wrinkles. I could recommend him some good primer to make then look smaller but I'm not in a nice mood right now.

   "Listen," I reply with a sharp edge to my tone, "you better let me up there or I will cut off your 'restricted area.'"

   His eyes widen in fear and he gulps, "I'm sorry Ma'am, but I can not permit you up here." Sweat begins to bead on his forehead and he starts breathing heavy. Huh loyal.

    I was about to say something when a loud, authorative voice calls from above the stairs.

   "Let her up, Tom."

   Jess giggles next to me and walks forward ready to go up, "I hope they have more of those amazing drinks they were giving me. Those tasted like nothing I've ever had before. Tasted... expensive!"

   "Uh no," I pull her back, "you will not be doing anymore drinking. We are here to give them a piece of my mind in a civil manner like adults."

   I begin to walk up the stair and help Jess up when she trips in her own feet and falls flat in her butt.

"Oopsi daisies," she laughs.

   "And possible smash a bottle over their heads..." I mutter.

  I take off Jess's nude heels and carry them in my hands, prepared to use them as weapons. I walk up the stairs with my hand in the smooth, glass  railing. Cool to the touch, it sends shivers down my spine. As I help Jess up the stairs, I block out all noise and can only hear the sound of my heels clicking on the marble stairs. When I reach the top I scan the crowd of men casually siting in the leather seats. Some smirk at me and other frown, probably at the fact that a woman  came up to their 'all men's club'. I straighten my back and look each and every one of them in the eye.

   "Which one of you fucktards forced my friend to drink beyond her limit?" I ask in a loud voice.

   One gets up and points a finger at me, "You better watch your mouth around her sweetheart or you might get hurt."

I narrow my eyes at him. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes. Stands at about 6'0 and is quite lean.

  "I'd like to see you try. And get that disgusting finger out of my face." I spit.

  He takes a step forward ready to take action when a voice calls to him.

   "Jack, stop. It's never good to act on emotions."