Getting Laid.

Getting Laid. 3

Getting Laid.

The trials and tribulations of a girl looking for Mr. Right. She's kissed a lot of frogs, but now she's found her Prince Charming and unfortunately he's a little unattainable -being that he's engaged to her elder sister and all. But, is love worth a family rift with your favourite sibling and being disowned by your whole family -who knows? Autumn certainly doesn't and she's left fighting her feelings and caught in two minds -what should she do? She's always been high on ethics, being vegetarian and all, but when her morals are put to the test will she falter, or will she stand true and come out the other end unscathed?

Chapter 3.

It was safe to say I wasn't very impressed with the red mohican, after all that had been exactly what I'd been hoping not to encounter; but, hair grows and dye grows out. So, I endured. Smiling I stuck out a hand -fingernails beautifully manicured, of course- and introduced myself.

"Hi." I said, using what I thought was a pretty normal and generally accepted form of greeting. I was wrong.

"What?" Those previously beautiful oaky leaf green eyes with long dark eyelashes were looking at me like I was an idiot and frowning, I must say they didn't look quite so beautiful anymore.

"Erm, sorry I said hi." Again, I thought this was fitting with Grice's Maxims. Again, I was wrong.

"Yes I heard what you said." He then paused and I think I was giving him the look he'd just given me. While waiting for him to elaborate I started to wonder what I was doing still standing here, I mean this guy was obviously a prat and I didn't want to date a prat. Then again, I did want a free meal but at the same time I didn't want to be the girl who dates a guy for a free meal. Argh, dilemma. I continued to wait and whilst a silence that I considered to be the most awkward I have come across ensued I made the decision to take action.

I didn't want to waste my time waiting for some prat with horrible handwriting to start acting normal, so I didn't, instead I swivelled round went to the closest bar I could find fully prepared to get hammered. You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And although I didn't really need to get over someone I was feeling a little bewildered and not entirely adverse to getting under someone else.

I entered the bar, the lights were dim probably hiding a thousand sins and I couldn't see anyone who took my fancy. With a sigh I went in anyway, I really wasn't prepared to find somewhere else in these heels. My feet felt like they were bleeding, it was like torture except I could easily end it I just didn't want to. Maybe I'm a sadist, or maybe having my legs look longer is too important to me -either way, I wasn't taking them off.

I slid into a wooden bar stool, finding the coolness of the metal stand refreshing against my flushed skin, my whole body felt hot with anger I'd been thoroughly mistreated by India's prince charming. I swung round ready to get the barman's attention, fully prepared to order a few shots when I heard someone slide into the seat beside me and a deep voice say hi. Perhaps I'd found the solution to my problem, with a voice as smooth as Sean Connery's it was hardly unreasonable for me to think he'd be just as good looking.

I swung round once again, this time careful to make sure my legs appeared to their best advantage. Looking up at him from beneath my lashes I smiled.

"Hey." And boy was he gorgeous. His hair was a chestnut brown and even in the low lighting I could see it was littered with highlights, it was messy and I liked that he wasn't one to spend ages fiddling with his hair -that's a girls job. His eyes were a clear sky blue, framed by thick long lashes. His smile was cheeky and friendly, displaying his shiny straight white teeth and he had slight dimples in each cheek.

"Luke." He smiled, holding out a large palmed hand.

"Autumn." I smiled taking his hand in mine, and would you believe it he didn't even have a limp handshake -the man is a miracle.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

"Yes thanks." I had planned to be a bit of a tease, it's always more fun that way, but I needed a drink and bad as it sounds I didn't want to pay for one. The barman came then, a slightly overweight man with salt and pepper hair and a badge that said 'Jerry'. He had a friendly smile and I instantly liked him.

"What'll you two have then?" He asked, smile still firmly in place despite the fact he was in severe need of a brace. His voice sounded far too 'public school prat' for a simple barman and I couldn't help dreaming up some scandalous scenarios as to how he'd ended up in a bar, a habit me and India had always had.

"Shots?" Luke asked, quirking one eyebrow up adorably. I nodded.

We'd been talking for about an hour and were onto round four when Luke lifted his arm to call Jerry over. As he did I felt his fingers trail along my overexposed thigh and brush my breast. Tingles erupted down my spine and I felt giddy. He was gorgeous and after being reminded I wasn't good enough for Toby I felt my self confidence go up a notch that someone as good looking as Luke was interested in me.

"Luke, next time you try to cop a feel try and be a little more subtle." I smiled turning to him, gazing at him from beneath the canopy of my lashes. I hopped off my seat and swayed my hips as I walked to the dance floor, peeking over my shoulder as a signal for him to follow.

He didn't need too much encouragement and I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me into him and enveloping me in his warmth. His chest was hard and firm and his arms were thick. Then he swirled me around and we began to dance a slow sexy salsa. I used to love to dance, I'd had lessons ever since I was little and Luke was pretty good too. He seemed to know the steps, but a sense of rhythm was much to be desired. A combination of his not so smooth hip grinding and his quick wit had me in fits of laughter all night.

It was closing time and Jerry was ushering us out of the bar, I had to lean heavily on Luke for support. Despite the fact I'm a regular on the alcohol scene I've never been all that good at holding my drink, and after four shots I'd reached my goal. I was well and truly hammered.

Luke drove me home, somehow managing to find where I live despite my slurred speech and ramblings. He helped me inside and kissed my forehead before handing me to India who was curled up on the couch wrapped in her thick polka dot duvet with her fingers curled around a mug of coffee. Her eyes were bloodshot and beneath them were big dark circles, at first I felt a little guilty about keeping her up so late but then I remembered that she'd been the one to set me up with Dave Garland and deserved everything she got.

I couldn't help feeling a bit dejected that Luke had just left me.