Real World: Skeletons

3- The Bar

All eight roommates piled into the large van that was provided for their transportation, and they were on their way. Victoria looked up the best bars in D.C., and they pulled up to a place with four stars called 'foxy'.

As they all walked inside of the bar, which doubled as a club, Sam stopped them at the door.

"So, the money situation. Who's paying for their own drinks?" He looked around, as everyone replied back in a chorus of "I am's."

He nodded and proceeded to lead his roommates into the bar, before they all dispersed in small groups or pairs. Sam sat down and looked at the bartender, who stared expectantly at him.

"I'll just have a water, please." He said loudly over the music. The bartender raised her eyebrow, but pulled a water bottle out of the fridge and sat it on the counter in front of him.

"Thanks." She nods, but keeps staring at him. "Um, yes?" He asked quietly. "Just water?" She asks skeptically. "Designated driver. Gotta look out for these irresponsible children." She nods. "What if I give you a drink, and call you a cab? You can't be too old to where you can't have fun." She pressed, smirking slightly. He chuckled, his deep voice rippling in his throat.

"Thanks-" he read her name tag. "Sydney. But I'll stick with my water." He told her, flashing a smile that made her look down with a blush on her cheeks. He turned away from her, scanning the bar for his roommates.

In one corner Dom and Zion were downing shots sat upon a small table, watching Celothia dance with some strangers.

Near the middle of the bar, Victoria and Cammie were dancing with each other in the presence of a few guys, who were trying to grind on them. Sam rolled his eyes and looked around for Derek and Jessica, finding them in a corner, talking to each other.

Sam sighed, alternating between watching everybody and being on his phone for almost an hour, before he turned and found Victoria a few steps away from him. "Hey," she said to him, taking the stool beside him. Sam stared at her. "Having fun?" He asked, trying not to sound angry about the guys trying to dance on her.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Why are you by yourself?" She asked him, her whole body turned to face him. "I don't really know, to be honest." He shrugged, taking another sip of his water.

"Come on, you've gotta do something a little reckless every once in a while." She tried to persuade him. "That's what I tried to tell him," the bartender, Sydney, said from behind them. Victoria turned back to Sam, smacking her lips.

"So, even the bartender tried to get you to let loose? And you're sitting here drinking water?" She said in disbelief. He shrugged again.

"You know what? Give us four shots, anything you pick." She told Sydney, who nodded and pulled out four mini glasses and filled them with a light brown liquid. Victoria picked one glass up, raised it a little, then chugged the drink down, cringing and closing her eyes as she slammed the cup down.

"Okay, your turn, Sam." She said, pushing one towards him. He shook his head, chuckling at her. "That's all you." She pouted slightly, putting her hand on his wrist. "Please, please, please, just one? For me?" She begged, close enough to him to where he could smell the mystery drink on her breath, as well as a faint mint aroma. He almost groaned at how close she was, and how her breathe fanned across his face.

"Fine. One." He gave in, pulling a shot to his lips, and chugging it in the same manner as her. Victoria cheered and clapped her hands, causing Sam to laugh at her excitement.

"You're so cute," Sam blurted out to her, not sure why he did. She smiled at him and got close to his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck, while his slipped to her waist. "Thanks." She whispered, her lips grazing the shell of his ear, before she pulled away completely.