Chapter 2

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I decided that I should treat myself to a night at the bar. And that's what I did. I didn't wear anything fancy. Just jeans and a crop top. I put on some wedges just for the hell of it.

I'm not looking for a one night stand. Actually I'm not looking for anything but tons of alcoholic drinks. And by alcoholic drinks I mean straight Vodka...with a dash of Hennesy.

So here I am at the bar at ten o'clock at night with a shot in my hand. I've never actually drunk before. But you know what they say: there's a first for everything.

With that thought in mind, I downed the shot. It burned my throat. "Wow!"

"First time drinking?" I look up and see the bartender looking at me.

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I've been working at this bar for three years now. I think I could tell when it's somebody's first time drinking."

"Makes sense I guess. Wait three years? Tell me you've at least gotten a raise or something."

"Well next Monday will be three years. It'll be my three year anniversary." I laugh either because it was funny or because I really want to laugh and make my day better.

"Hey pass me four more."

"You sure? You shouldn't go so heavy on your first time."

"That's what he said." I started laughing but stopped when I realized that I was laughing alone. "Okay."

I took the shots and started to down them one by one. When I was done with my last shot, I started to feel it. I felt that feeling you get when you've had just enough to drink. I felt nothing.

My worries vanished. My whole problem with the people's names who shall not be mentioned, er thought, vanished. I cared about nothing.

I looked back up at the bartender and noticed that he's gotten cuter. He had a short, brown hair cut with inviting lips. His skin reminded me of the most delicate milk chocolate.

Not to mentioned he didn't have a shirt on so my eyes had full excess to his abs. I asked for two more shots. Don't asked me why, but I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't remember anything at all tonight.

I drowned them and suddenly I felt flirtatious. "Hey, um, bartender guy."

"The name's Alexander." He smiled at me. Well that's a good sign.

"I'll call you Alex for short. So, whatcha doing after your shift is over?"

"Chillin' at the crib."

"Well, you wanna chill at my crib instead?" He smirks and gives off one puff of a laugh. What, did I say something wrong?

"You're kind of wasted right now and I'm not the kind of guy to take advantage of a woman like that."

"So is that a 'sure, let's go to your place' because I'm not understanding."

He leans his elbows on the counter, coming closer to me. "How about you come back here when you're sober? If you still want the same thing, then I'll be happy to give you what you want."

"Fine. Then I'm going." I get up to leave. In my second step I fall straight to my hands and knees. "I could've sworn I learned how to walk. I thought you only learned these things, not forgot them. Awe man. Does this mean that I'm going to have to move back in with my mother and put diapers back on?"

I felt strong hands touch my waist and pull me up. Not going to lie, I liked it. "Not until tomorrow at least."

When I'm completely stood up, I turn around and see the bartender. "Don't you have a shift to cover Mr. Not Coming To Your Crib Tonight?"

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