Ignoring You

Eight

"I'm not done," I whipped around and found a bar across the road. The place was filled but there was no queue. Brilliant. I could even spy a small packed dance floor towards the back of the place.

"Onwards!!" I shouted and started to make my way across the road leaving the guy with a hero complex behind me.

"Shit, Mia! Wait!" He shouted at me.

He knows my name?

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In my drunken stutter I started to cross the road ignoring the rule of looking both ways. 

I heard the loud beep before I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist pulling me back into what felt like a wall. 

"You asshole control your chick!" The voice shouted from the now stationary car on the road ahead of us. 

"Hey, dickhead get out of the car and say that to my face!" Killian said back releasing his grip on my waist slightly. 

I quickly pushed away from him and carefully made my way across the road, leaving the two drunken boys to battle out their masculinity through fake talk. 

I hit the pavement and turned to walk to the bar. The security guard at the door nodded his head at me smiling slightly. Obviously amused by the man I left behind me. 

The bar was warm and had a rustic feel that appealed to all ages it seemed. All the chairs and tables were nearly completely filled with the bar surrounded nearly three deep with orders being shouted to the bartenders.

It was a simple decor with lots of open brick and dark wood. The bar curved along with the back wall jutting out slightly. There was a small stage placed on the left with a dance floor placed in front of it. The rest of the place was filled with tables hosting drunk people. 

I started towards the bar in need of more alcohol when once again an arm curled around my waist pulling me back. 

"When I say wait, Tinker, it's for a reason." His voice growled into my ear making my body shiver. Which was so wrong and a total traitorous act.

"Tinker?" I whipped around to face the brooding presence behind me. "You remember." 

His lips tipped into a small smile as he gazed down at me. His hand still rested against my hip. 

"When did I ever give you the impression I didn't?" His head tilted sideways. 

WTF? Is he serious?

"When you f*cking introduced yourself to me?" I glared at him before quickly spinning once again away. I marched to the bar looking for the thinnest part of the crowd. 

I slowly edged my way to the front and eventually got the bartenders attention. 

"A shot of vodka and a lemonade and vodka." I leaned slightly towards him so he could hear me. He winked in acknowledgment of my order and quickly placed it in front of me taking my money in exchange. I grabbed the shot and swung it back before grabbing my drink and headed towards the dance floor. 

I refused to look around for Killian and focused on getting to the middle of the packed dance floor. I  quickly finished my drink placing it on a nearby table. I ignored everyone around me and tried to lose myself in the music. THough even drunk I could feel him close to me. 

Like what was up with that? I didn't even really know he was there it was just like me feeling him there. Or maybe I just expected him to be there and it was my imagination, and secret hope, that he was. Anyway, I blamed it all the alcohol.