He Depends on You || Porter Robinson

Part Six

I was definitely buzzed by the time we reached the club. And perhaps it was liquid confidence, but I was really feeling myself. I was ready for a fun night. By the time we made our way inside, the other group had already ordered drinks to the table for everyone.

"O'Reilly. Shot. Now" Dillon said and handed me a glass full of bright blue liquid. I smiled and gladly took the shot from him.

"To a fantastic festival circuit." I said, nodded towards Dillon and quickly threw the shot back. I squinted as the liquid burned its way down to my stomach. Dillon laughed and followed suit. Suddenly Porter came into view, he was sitting at the table, staring off while a girl I did not recognize chatted happily next to him. I felt emboldened and set the shot glass down as I made my way over to him.

"Hey." I said with a smirk. Completely cutting off the girl who was talking to Porter. He looked up at me. His eyes heavy with the effects of alcohol. I immediately felt a wave of concern, seeing as he had promised to take it easy only a few hours ago. But this was the last night of festival season and we were going home soon. One more night couldn't hurt, right?

"How's it going, Bug?" He asked slowly with a smirk. The girl next to him stopped talking and looked at both of us. She quickly turned around and started chatting to the DJ sitting on her other side.

"Oh you know...just livin'." I said. Internally cringing at my lame response. But quickly got over it as I recognized the song playing overhead.

"Like what you hear?" Porter asked. I smiled and nodded, slowly starting to sway my hips to the music. I saw him take me in, slowly scanning from my bare legs up to my face. Did Porter Robinson just...check me out?

"Like what you see?" I mimicked him with a smirk. Surprised by my own boldness. I saw the edge of his lips twitch into a smile as he patted the open seat next to him. I obliged and tried to gracefully sit down.

Porter leaned in close. "You are drunk, Kate O'Reilly." He whispered into my ear.

"And by the looks of it, so are you." I responded. His face quickly broke out into a devilish grin.

"Is this a new dress?" He asked and gently traced his finger across the hem that laid against my thigh. I couldn't help the goosebumps from forming as I felt his touch. He clearly noticed my body's reaction and tried to stifle a smirk by biting his lip.

"Oh, this old thing?" I asked with a sly smile, trying to ignore my tingling skin. He nodded.

"I like it." He replied softly. Again was giving me that unreadable expression that I didn't recognize. This felt different. This interaction. The energy had shifted to one that did not feel familiar with Porter. But I wasn't complaining. I studied his face silently willing him to put his cards on the table. Because it felt like we were suddenly in uncharted territory. But in typical Porter fashion, he didn't give away anything. I grabbed his hand that was still resting on my thigh and squeezed it. This seemed to bring him out of it.

"Let's get a drink." He said and stood up. Not letting go of my hand as he led me to the bar.

"So whiskey because you are a gentleman?" I asked once we reached the bar, referencing Dillon's joke earlier.

"I'm thinking Tequila. Not feeling very gentlemanly tonight." He said and winked in my direction. My heart skipped a beat. And Porter quickly looked away as if he had spoken before he had a chance to think. This was certainly a side of Porter I had witnessed before, but it had never been directed towards me. This didn't feel real.

"Well make that two tequilas." I said as the bar tender approached. Porter gazed up at the colorful liquor bottles the lined the backside of the bar. Taking everything in for a moment.