Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Three

I lost track of time once I hit my second location. This bar had a wooden grungy theme to it, unlike the first bar I went to that made me feel incredibly undressed in my leggings and v neck. The place was crowded. People gathered towards the wooden stage that had a band playing cover songs, a nice twist to the DJ that you could find everywhere else. There was an upstairs that led to the roof in case you wanted a view, air, or to smoke. The walls were dressed with picture frames of famous bands, musicians, and magazine covers. There was a strong theme for the Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, the Beatles, and Elvis Presley.

I downed my whatever number glass of straight vodka. I stopped keeping count and left my tab open until I felt ready to hit a bed and not feel a thing. The burning sensation it left in my throat had become numb after my fifth drink I think. Maybe the strong alcohol was burning my tastebuds off which helped me drink the liquid like it were water. Highly unlikely, but it would make sense.

I felt myself becoming utterly wasted yet I didn't stop. My head felt like it was light and spinning. I had to speak slowly when talking to the bartender so that my words didn't slur too much and I had to constantly grip the edge of my stool so that I didn't fall off.

The only other time I remember letting myself get stupid drunk was when I was with Marco. I had been down to his place to gossip about Ryan during the time that we were sleeping together. I knew whatever it was we were doing was coming to an end and I wanted to try and not think about it. Marco had offered to get stupid drunk with me so that I'd forget about Ryan. We ended up having a giggle fest in the middle of his living room floor and we finished whatever vodka he had left in his house. We blacked out on his sofas and let's just say, it wasn't a pretty morning.

Maybe Louis was right. Maybe I did have a drinking problem.

"Ma'am, are you sure you want another one?" The bartender asked me politely. I knew he had been keeping a close eye on my drinks, watching me chug them like it was water on a hot summer day. I bet you his next question would be to ask for my car keys.

"Hit me." I passed him my glass and smirked. He didn't say anything but took my glass and filled it less than half way with more clear liquid. "Thank you kind sir. Your service will not go unrecognized." I lifted my glass in the air as a salute. He rolled his eyes and moved on to the next drunk.

The empty seat next to me was taken by someone who sat on the edge so that they were really close to me. They wore a leather jacket, had dark scruff, and used an excessive amount of cheap cologne. I tried not to cough. I looked up to see that person staring at me. I didn't recognize him. His grey eyes were dull, clouded from the alcohol he had been drinking tonight. My gut instinct told me to run away.

"I like your style." He leaned in close. He didn't bother to hide his eyes that were obviously looking my body up and down. His actions made me want to get up and leave. His attraction towards me didn't make me feel the same way Harry's did. "Not asking for attention, but still catching people's eye." His eyes fell down to my breasts where my cleavage was slightly visible because of my v neck. "Let me buy you a drink."

"Buzz off." I slurred. Not only was this guy making me uncomfortable with his eyes, but he also looked to be ten years older than me. I lifted my drink to my lips that also felt numb and hoped that he would take my advice and leave me alone.

The man did end up standing. Thinking he was going to walk away, I felt relieved, but it was soon washed away when I felt his front side pressed against my back. He leaned his face down to me ear. His scruff brushed against my skin, his lips tickled my ear unpleasantly.

"Baby, I don't take no for an answer."

The alcohol in my system wiped away all my self control a while ago. This man disgusted me, taunting me with vile and horrid plans he had for me. It was men like these that didn't deserve a penis.