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Part 1

My name is Emily. I'm tall with long blonde hair, and a fake ID that puts me at 22, when really I'm only 18. This is how I ended up currently sitting on a bar stool about ten minutes from my apartment. After a terrible break up my sophomore year, I have only done one night stands since. Hence the bar. It's Friday night, and I am looking for one last summer triumph, as my senior year of high school starts this Monday ugh. So with my dry scotch in hand, I swivel around to survey the crowded bar. Almost all the other booths and tables were taken, and the dance floor looked overly crowded. That's when I caught the eye of this drop dead gorgeous brunette. What can I say? I'm partial to both genders. It makes the pool double in size if ya know what I mean. Anyways, she is dancing with an equally attractive redhead, and I gotta say the sight of them together is quite the turn on. I feel her eyes unabashedly roam up and down my body. I smirk at her and do the same. God she is perfect. She is wearing a a tight, little black dress that hugs all her prefect curves beautifully. I look on as she gives the redhead her number and tells her to call her. I look on as she starts to make her way towards me. She leans over the bar and flags the bartender.

"I'll have whatever she is having," she points to me with her left hand, "oh, and get her another one on me please."

I silently watch as she climbs up on the open bar stool right next to me. I couldn't help but admire the way that her already short skirt rode up a couple more inches. Damn, what I wouldn't give to see that dress on the floor. I thought to myself. The bartender handed us our drinks. I raised mine.

"Thanks for this, you didn't have to." I smiled kindly.

"Of course I did. I couldn't let such a beautiful blonde drink by herself now could I? But by all means, you can buy the next round."

I couldn't help but laugh. Her voice was angelic, and she was a smartass like me to top it off. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself.

"I'm Emily."

"The name's Demi, but you can call me anything you like." She said with a salacious wink.

"Hey bartender, can I get two shots of tequila please." He nods, and I hear the cutest laugh ever. I turned back to Demi and she says:

"Oh no, I can't drink that," she burst out laughing, "it always makes my clothes fall off. It's magical really."

We were both laughing as the bartender handed us our shots.

"Well, isn't that the point." I say as we clink our glasses together. After downing them, I ordered another round.

"So tell me something about yourself."

"Well, I live by myself in my apartment, not far from here. Which, by the way, you are so welcome to come over anytime." I finish with a wink, making her laugh. The bartender hands us out next round, and I cheer.

"Here's to a good night with great company!" Before throwing them back. We set the glasses down and she waved her hand in front of her.

"No more. I don't want a hangover. Plus, I have other things in mind for tonight. Lets get out of here."

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine." She said firmly while grabbing my hand, leading us out of the bar.

"My place is only a couple blocks from here."