Annie
A few of the others stayed outside, and sat down on some benches, discussing something with enthusiasm. We made our way to the bar, where Nathan managed to grab two empty barstools. I sat on one, trying to drag the hem of my dress down as it threatened to slide up. Nathan eased onto the one next to mine, and waved for the bartender.
Our drinks arrived quickly, but I missed what they were called or what they contained. Mine looked slightly blue, and smelled heavily alcoholic.
“What is it?” I had to yell over the music.
“You’ll like it,” he winked.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip, nearly spitting it back out when I tasted the vodka mixed with a sweet, fruity flavour on the back of my tongue. I swallowed it quickly, and felt the burn.
“It’s strong,” I said, but found myself wrapping my hand around the glass and sipping again. We sat there for some time, ordering drink after drink, chatting a little and enjoying the atmosphere. It was difficult to talk, but that was expected.
When our fifth glasses were empty, Nathan paid, and we walked towards the middle of the dance floor, the music even louder and intrusive.
We began to dance, and I felt the alcohol making me bolder in my movements. Normally I loved dancing at parties, and right now I felt more confident than ever. I danced with my eyes on Nathan, watching him smirk at me in the dim light. People moved around us, but I ignored them, only watching the man before me.
Someone knocked into me from behind, and I moved forward in reaction, bumping into Nathan’s chest. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, swaying slowly though the music increased in tempo.
I looked down in embarrassment, staring at the buttons on his shirt. I felt a finger pull my chin up, and Nathan looked at me with a playful expression.
“I didn’t know you were such a good dancer.”
“There are many things you don’t know about me,” I teased, smiling.
He leant closer. “I know that you’re a good kisser.” Our foreheads were touching, and he briefly looked into my eyes before pressing his lips to mine. My eyes snapped shut as we kissed, and I tasted alcohol in his mouth, a reminder that the ease and confidence that I felt now came out of a bottle.
We broke apart, but his arms still held me close. My hands were in front of me, splayed on his chest.
“Come on,” his fingers linked with mine and he started moving through the crowd, pulling me with him. I had no idea where we were going, but I let myself be led.
We reached the end of the mass of people, and walked into a smaller room, where the music was quieter. There were a few people sitting on couches and milling about, but overall the room was quite dark and intimate.
Nathan smiled and moved his hands around my waist again. “This is better, now we can talk.”
I scoffed. “We weren’t doing too much talking anyway.”
He smiled again, his lips tilting upwards adorably. “Shall we begin where we left off?”
“We shall,” I teased, and he pulled me into a kiss again. I felt drunk, both literally from the alcohol consumption, and mentally on the high feeling of happiness. It felt great to let loose and enjoy the night.
Our make-out session was becoming intense, and Nathan pushed me gently until my back hit the plaster wall of the room. I wasn’t sure if others in the space minded our display of affection, I was too preoccupied with the man in front of me. My fingers rose to the back of his neck, and tangled in his hair.
