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18. Another shot pliz

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The music was so loud, she had to wave frantically to get the bartender's attention. "Gimme another shot." She had to shout for the guy to hear her over the blaring music. There was no way she was drunk,the sun was not up so that was a good sign. "Coming up sweetheart." The handsome bartender winked at her causing her to erupt into giggles. It was so funny.
         
"My name's Alex not sweetheart, I've told you that before." She accepted the shot from the guy still giggling. Something about him always made her giddy inside. "But sweetheart sound way better than Alex, plus I only nickname the special girls." The bartender cheekily replied winking at her again.
        
Alex knew that he said that to all the girls he served but still couldn't help blushing. Either the alcohol was messing with her head or the guy was extra hot today. Tilting her head and downing the shot at a go,she went back to the dancing floor. Today she was going on extra,it was her dad's death anniversary and anything to help her forget it was welcome. It was currently 3am, she had been here since 9pm.
          
After two more shots she could barely stand and knew she had to leave. Having taken a cab to the club she went outside to try and get one. It was freezing cold and the tiny dress she had on was not doing much to help the situation. "Hey Alex, do you need help getting home,I could give you a ride." Staggering she turned to face the voice, which belonged to the  bartender exiting the club.
      
"Are you not supposed to be working?" Alexis asked as the guy closed the distance between them. She had seen him multiple times at the club but didn't know his name. "My shift is over. My truck is packed back there, at this time its not possible to get a cab around these areas". He had removed his jacket and placed it on her shoulders and her teeth had stopped chattering. Being highly intoxicated she had not understood a single word.
       
"You have a cab,where is it?" Alexis dragged out having not understood a single word he'd said. The guy broke down with laughter which Alex joined in not knowing what they were laughing at. "No, I said I could give you a ride, it's so late and you might not get any cab." He repeated slowly for her sake still finding it funny. "You're so drunk, how are you planning to get yourself home at your state?"
      
Alexis couldn't follow his logic, didn't people wait for taxis to take them home? Concluding she was drunk she decided not to voice her confusion. "Ok take me home, I'll pay you more if you drive more faster, I can't wait to get home." She said following him slowly to wherever he was leading them.
        
Getting into his truck, Alex had passed out even before the engine had started. Having tried to wake her up and failed, Paul decided to take her to his place since he didn't know where she lived. He hadn't failed to notice the beautiful woman several times at the pub, always alone but didn't know anything about her other than her name. He knew she was new in town since he'd spent his entire life here and knew about everyone.
     
Carrying her inside he'd taken her to the bedroom and proceeded to sleep on the couch leaving her the bed. He was going to talk to her in the morning and maybe get to know her,it wouldn't hurt to have friend.
      
Alex woke up in a strange place. This was not her house and she couldn't remember how she got here. Examining herself, she still had her clothes on and her purse was on the bedside. That was a good start. Getting out of bed she grabbed her purse and checked for her phone. It was luckily there and it read 1 pm on a Saturday.
       
She could remember going to the club yesterday and could remember going out to get a cab. From there on her mind was blank, not that it was alarming. It wasn't the first time she woke up not remembering anything. That was her life now. Counting notes from her purse, she put some of the money on the small table on the bedside for whoever her saviour was. Grabbing her shoes with the other hand, she tiptoed silently towards the door.
         
It was a small house and after passing the kitchenette, she could see the door. On the only couch in the small living room there was a guy sprawled out head down snoring lightly. With the lightest steps she managed to pass without waking him up and with great effort opened the door and escaped outside. Not remembering what happened was one thing but coming face to face with her saviour was the most embarrassing thing that could happen.
           
Alex didn't know this side of town but was grateful for the lack of people to witness her walk of shame with the skimpiest dress ever. Not that she'd care anyway but she could do with less open staring. Finding a cab, she was at her place in 20 minutes and ready to scrub herself clean and continue sleeping. She after all had tonight to repeat yesterday's mistakes. Why do it once when you could as well repeat?