Andy's POV:
I led Bailey into the bar and sat with her. "So, what do you want to drink?" I watch her slip her coat off and sit on it.
"Some Jack would be fucking amazing." She mumbled and looked at me. It was hard to get a read on her. She looked happy, sad, angry, annoyed and amused all at the same time.
"Okay." I look at the bartender who was watching us talk. "Make that two."
We spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, flirting and teasing each other. She's
extremely entertaining when she's drunk. Finally, I gently grab her hand and whispers in her ear, "Hey. Lets get out of here."
She just giggles and emptys her glass. "Okay."
I smirk and keep my arm around her waist and leads her out of the bar. When we get out onto the street, I look at her. "Do you want to come back to the bus with me?" She just nodded, giggling to much to actually give a response.
I laugh quietly. "You need to get drunk more often." I lead her on the bus and at the door she grabs me and kisses me roughly. I can't help but smirk as I kiss her and I pick her up and carry her to my bunk, not breaking the kiss. You can imagine the rest ;3
