"I'm getting another drink." I said, standing up from the couch.
"Want me to come with you?"
"I'm a big girl, Mitty."
I bent down and placed a kiss on his lips. I slid my hand from his and walked towards the bar. Normally, I would take someone with me but this place wasn't that big. It was a pretty intimate club. There were couches set up in sections. It was like having your own VIP lounge. A blonde bartender walked up to me, placing a vodka bottle down on the counter.
"What can I do for you?"
"Sex on the beach."
She nodded and began to fix my drink. I sat on one of the bar stools and waited on my drink to be ready. I looked into the dancing crowd. Alex and Clinton were all over each other as per usual. I wondered how much Clinton had drank for him to be dancing that much. He was usually so quiet and reserved, it was kind of funny. A couple of months ago she wasn't even thinking of dating a guy and now she's glued to him at the hip. It was refreshing to see her truly happy with a guy instead of just seeing a random number text her every other day. I looked more to the left towards our section but I could barely see the others. I guess the bar was farther away than I thought. They were laughing and chatting. I smiled to myself thinking of how lucky I was.
My mood was ruined when I felt a new presence next to me, bringing the stench of alcohol with it. I turned my head in the opposite direction hoping to avoid an unwanted conversation. I adjusted my top, pulling it up more.
"Hey gorgeous."
"Hi." I said shortly.
"Are you buying your own drink? That shouldn't happen. Let me buy it."
"It's okay."
He moved closer to me, making the alcohol smell grow even stronger. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. He quickly moved away when the bartender came back and gave me my drink. I gave her a smile and quickly tried to get up from the chair. The guy abruptly cut me off.
"Want to dance?"
"No." I said, pushing him to the side.
The crowd grew more around us. There were no gaps between the people that I could squeeze through to get away from this creep. I felt a grip around my wrist. He pulled me back into him, my drink spilling on my shirt a little.
"We can just skip straight to what I really want." he said into my ear.
I attempted to pull my arm away from his grasp but he was stronger than he looked. Fear went through my body. I couldn't see anyone I knew anymore so I knew they couldn't see me.
"Let go of me. I have a boyfriend asshole." I hissed.
"Is that supposed to scare me?"
His other hand began to run down the side of my body, stopping at my hips. I felt vulnerable. All of these people and no one noticed. The few drinks that I had previous to this really affected my strength. Between the fear and alcohol in my system, I felt glued to floor. I couldn't even pull away anymore. My drink slipped from my hand at one point.
Keeping a grip on my wrist, his other hand traveled my body. We were in the middle of a group of people. I guess we looked like a couple to strangers. Tears began to form in my eyes. I didn't know how far this was going to go. All I wanted was to be with Mitchel. To feel safe again in his arms.
"What the fuck?"
In the blink of an eye, the guy was on the floor. Mitchel was behind him, holding a broken beer bottle in his right hand. People began to circle around us, staring at the scene. As much as I wanted to run to him, I couldn't. My feet wouldn't move. Mitchel crouched down and picked the dude up by the collar of his shirt. His jaw was clenched and knuckles white.
