High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 19

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The burning liquid ran down my throat. I set the drink down, wiping my mouth. The bitter taste of the alcohol remained in my throat, but it felt nice. Refreshing

The bartender eyed me as he wiped and cleaned the glasses.

"Want another one?"

I shook my head. It wasn't easy for me to get drunk, but I knew that I'd had enough. I didn't want to go back to Marnie in a drunken state.

Because you might hurt her.

I clenched my teeth. The alcohol hadn't banished these nagging thoughts in my head.

I scanned the bar. The girls here were pretty, yes, but none caught my interest. I was prepared to leave, when a flash of red hair flew by. Intruiged, I followed it, to come face-to-face with a girl. She was gorgeous. Breathtaking. I've never met someone with good-looks like her.

I smiled. "Wanna dance?" I asked. She looked at me, before smirking. "Why not?"

She grabbed my hand, leading me to the middle of the floor. Turning around, with her backside to me, she grinded on me.

Still bearing the effects of the drink, I grabbed her waist tightly, and danced along with her.

I couldn't believe how gorgeous she was. A nagging voice disagreed, drifting to someone else.

She stopped, before turning around and swiftly lacing her arms around my neck. Her lips connected with mine in a heated kiss, and I wondered if she could get anymore amazing.

My hands explored every inch of her body as we kissed. And I found that yes, she could get more amazing.

She pulled back, a grin on her face.

Ready to pull her lips back to mine again, I caught a famalier face rushing through the door, their face scrunched in worry.

I groaned as her voice rang out.

"Rowen?"

Author's Note: Oh, the redhead is portrayed by Holland Roden. I'll put up a picture as soon as i turn on my computer. and yes, i write everything from my phone (: