Just One Night

3. After the Blackout.

After the blackout!

Heck.

What was I thinking then?

I cannot do it and make him put a dead stamp on my character.

Not that I haven't been into one-night stands and that I think it's bad, it's because I wouldn't like him to tag me a whore ignoring the important fact that Coaster would even remember of me later on.

If I were to fuck someone just for a night, I would like it nonjudgmental. 

I have my respect in my own eyes. In front of important beings.

But what was I thinking when I got into the car? Hadn't I thought I would have a good night?

Why the sudden change? I am seriously drunk.

"Hey," I look at him in confusion. My mind still struggling with choices.

He is so handsome. Smoking hot. I would jump him if he weren't Coaster.

"Daniel." I begin only to stop.

"Yes, Missy." He muse.

Fuck, I haven't even told him my name. It's going that way.

And how would he be like- one night stand with a whore whose name I don't remember? Yes, because that's what it is.

It's scary.

I cringe at the thought and look at his amused face.

But I have been there, done that. Funny, I didn't give a hell then. Why does it matter with this man who is a real manwhore? On paper, at least.

Wait, does my last one-night stand man know my name? He did. He did not. Fuck, I am a whore.

"Fuck." I blurt when I hit my conscience.

I hear a light chuckle.

"Are you okay, missy?" He looks at me concerned.

Missy?

"I am fine," I say. Turn to the table, pour me a drink and have a single go.

"Easy, baby. You had enough in the bar itself." He says.

Missy? Now baby?

Something gets into me. I pour another and chug it again.

"Here you go again." He says and propping his arms staring at me smiling.

"Yup. And we are not fucking," I put down the glass and stare at him. He is a little stunned by my last statement.

You are handsome. You have charming blue eyes and a dimple on your cheek.

"Alright. That's so bad. Am I not good enough for you? " He sighs enacting a dreamy act.

"Dreamy. " I laugh twitching his nose.

" Fuck." He curses and laughs, "Me? Dreamy? "

"You are. You have a dimple. You are nice despite being rich." I shake my head.

He furrows his eyebrows in the offence. Then roll his eyes and look at me, "So what are we going to talk about that is only possible if you would stop dimming your still functioning brain with alcohol?"

I laugh. "Funny you are not mad about us not doing it? "

"Last night this other girl gave me good night. So I am all set."

"If I were interested, I would have been a death of you. You can bet on it," I slurp at my drink.

"I have no doubts about it. We can't bet when we can not conclude though, right?" He says quite amused.