Trained To Kill

twenty four: playtime is over.

The first thing he does when we step foot in some random club Matthew just so happened to know about is drag me straight to the bar. "A couple of shots of the strongest thing you have, please." Jake says impatiently to the bartender.

"You're going to start the night out drinking?" I say. Although the sound level in here is earsplitting, Jacob and I can talk at a normal volume and still hear each other. Everything around us is so lively and.. exotic, I feel. I've never been inside anything like this, so I keep glancing around, taking in my surroundings.

"You're going to start the night out drinking. You need some alcohol in your system to loosen up." He says while resting his hand on my butt. "I don't need liquor right now. I already can't think straight with you in that fucking dress."

Although we walked inside with Matthew, Val, and Nicole, now they are all nowhere in sight. Jake set the ground rules for all of them which were no going home with anyone (for Valencia and Nicole) and no taking anyone home or roofie-ing any innocent girls (for Matthew). They all seemed pretty upset about it.

Suddenly Jacob's handing me a shot glass. I raise my eyebrow at him. "Come on Karm. At least one." He says with the cutest smile I've ever seen. Although I've never been a big fan of alcohol, tonight I'll be fine. BUT if Jacob thinks he's going to get me drunk while he sits back and laughs soberly at me, he has me fifty shades of fucked up.

"I'm not having one if you're not having one." 

"Fair enough." He laughs. I take the shot glass in my hand and he picks up his. We clank them together and down whatever was in there. It burns my throat going down, and burns my insides once its there. "Holy shit." I giggle. 

"We'll take two more." He wipes his mouth off and asks the bartender.

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Not too long after a few too many combinations of drinks and shots, its safe to say that I'm a little tipsy. I'm swaying slowly to the music in my head rather than the upbeat music thats playing, or maybe I'm swaying to the sound of Jacob's heartbeat behind me. He's drunk too, holding onto my hips behind me and swaying along with me, getting little nips at my neck and cheek. We're standing near a sitting area, not really on the dance floor. "You look so fuckin' sexy tonight, mami." Jacob says in my ear, the alcohol in his system causing his voice to be lower and slower. "So sexy."

I moan a little and my head falls back on his shoulder, still in tune to the slow beat I hear in my head. He chooses this moment to whisper something in spanish in my ear. At that moment, my heart picks up the pace and I feel and little discomfort between the legs. Oh god, he is so hot. So very, very hot. "W-what you'd say?" I mumble, because that's all I'm capable of doing at the moment.

"I said," He laughs into my ear. "I can't wait to take you back to the hotel so I can fuck you like I can't help it."

I groan this time and wrap my hand around one of his forearms that are holding me at the waist.. "Jake.."

"Dance with me." His grip tightens and two of his fingers ever-so-lightly start trailing downwards.

"I don't want to dance, baby." I mumble drunkenly. I feel so out of it, like I'm in another universe. I've never heard of any alcohol doing this shit.

"Are you wearing underwear?" He says, his hand getting a little firmer, a little lower, a little closer.

"Y-yes but... but" 

"But what, Karm?" 

I really wish he'd stop talking directly in my ear. It's doing things to me. It's driving me insane.