5 Dates

Hey guys, here is the new story I was talking about :) It is my first time posting something original and not fanfiction. I would love for you guys to give it a shot! 

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5 Dates

Chapter 1

I rummaged through my purse for my license, smiling bitterly at the cop who leaned against my car. I was not speeding, and I was not texting, no; I am being asked for my license because I had just come out of Jaylin's Bar grinning like a cretin, and teetering towards my car.  I am not plenary sober now, because if I was, I would be getting into the middle aged cop's face and shout all profanities that came to my head. I am not doing anything against the law, but my drunken self thought smiling was something amiable to do.

     "Here you go." I battered my eyelashes at him and licked my lips, as if savoring him. He wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't my type of eye candy. His jet black hair was combed back with gel, a little too much if you ask me. He was about five foot five, too short for me; I am five foot seven and there would be no way I would be seeing him at my altar. His dull brown eyes were an open book, saying:  “I hate this job, my life, but I have to give at least some unlucky bastard a ticket." Sadly, I am the unlucky bastard in this equation.

He strutted away to his cop car while I slumped in my leather seat. I have been pulled over for speeding multitudinous amount of times, so my name is going to devise red flags and sirens in his head. I rolled my window up, not wanting to hear my verdict, and closed my eyes; enjoying the silence.

Well that was before it was discontinuous by knocking on my window. I flinched away, too much noise. Is he trying to make an avalanche occur? I mean so what if I were in a bar that had music blaring at three hundred; would it kill the guy to be more considerate. I rolled down my window and looked apathetically at him, well half with my lethargic side and the other half looking at him like a serial killer looking at its upcoming target.

    "Please step outside." He requested, while I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. This feels like I am watching a movie, and the bad guy gets taken to jail, for not the murder he committed, but for driving while intoxicated. A sigh escaped my lips as I ripped my seat-belt off, and rested my hand on the handle.

     "In order for me to get out, you need to move out of the way. Well, unless you want this enamel door to hit where the sun don't shine. Your choice." I drawled out, not caring that I was talking to a cop, and that my voice was slurring up all the words; grouping them all up as one. He stepped abreast my car, grunting something under his breath, while moving his two hands to cover his manly parts. I smirked and swung my door open, missing him by an inch. Damn.

     "Walk in a straight line." He commanded once my velvet red heels hit the concrete. Right foot in front of left, I thought to myself as I stared at my open toe heels. They were six inches high, so if I do a misstep it is because of these heels, not from my drunken state. And I do not think I need more points on my license.

     "Can I do it barefoot?" I questioned as I moved a heel up to show him the height of them. But, by the way he was staring at me had me wishing I had never risen my heel while wearing a mini skirt.