irresistible (girlxgirl)

chapter 11

Once our uber arrived at the bar, the time was nearing at 10 o'clock. We had mutually agreed not to stay long, considering the drive was long and we were all tired from the long week.

As we approached the bouncer, I started to get nervous that he wouldn't let us in. Skylar took the lead, with the rest of us following her. I had never done anything like this before. I had only gone to house parties, never something 21 and over.

"ID," he asked Skylar. She reached into the pocket of her leather blazer and pulled out a small plastic card with her picture on it.

It was a fake ID.

Of course, she would have one.

He analyzed it for a couple of seconds before handing it back to her, "you're good".

"ID's?" he said, referring for the rest of us to give him our ID's.

We all began to panic internally, but Skylar swooped in once again.

"We're not from around here and I'm the one that drove up here, so they all left their licenses back home, is there any way you could let it slide?" Skylar smiled flirtatiously at him, trying to use her beauty to get herself out of things, as she usually did. I could tell he found her attractive, so it was promising. He smirked, looking her up and down, and then looked to me.

He was probably twenty or thirty years old. He was tall and excessively muscular. He looked like a bodybuilder. Figures they had him in the front - he was an intimidating guy, which made this whole experience 100x more stressful.

"I'll let you guys in," he states, smirking, causing me to sigh in relief, "if I can get one of your numbers".

I cringed at the offer. I definitely would not be giving my number to this strange guy, nope.

"Give me your phone," Skylar demanded.

He looked surprised but handed her the device and she inputted a contact.

"Call me," she smiled, pulling us away and into the bar.

I was bewildered. Not only was I surprised that she would give some random dude her number, but I was also surprised that she gave some dude her number.

Does she like guys too?

Does she just give her number out like it was a fucking business card?

There was a hint of jealousy mixed into my thoughts as well, but I tried to push it away.

Why did I have to feel this way about her.

As we walked further into the bar, I asked, "why did you do that? He was a creep".

"Oh please, that wasn't my actual number. Do you think I'm that dumb, Pierce?" she replied, approaching the bartender.

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in.

"What do you guys want to drink," Skylar turned to us, resting her elbow on the bar counter, waiting so she could put in our order.

"Um.. we've never really been to a bar before. We don't really know anything about drinks, only what they give us at parties," Courtney admitted for all of us.

Skylar nodded and turned to face the bar again.

After a few minutes, one of the bartenders took notice of Skylar.

She had collarbone-length black hair with a single pink stripe running through it. She wore a very low cut tank top, showing a generous amount of her cleavage, a smart effort to pocket more tips from her male customers.