Raising Hell

Chapter 1

The music stopped and people scrambled to find a chair to plant their butts on. I breathed out in a huff once my ass met plastic and mentally sighed out in relief. My anxiety was at an all time high and there wasn't a chance I was losing this thing to a bunch of pot bellied men.

The game of musical chairs continued until there were just three of us left. Around two chairs the three of us circled like vultures. Slowly putting one foot in front of the other as the music played, eyes glued to the chairs and my butt itching to take a seat. The music stopped. My butt hit the chair like a magnet to a fridge. I did it! One more round and that tequila bottle was mine. I just had to beat one more guy.

I looked up at my competitor. And holy shitballs. That is one fine looking man.

F*ck. MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Abort mission. Abort mission.

Handsome men are my weakness. And math. Math is a weakness too.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Goddamn it. Breathe you lunatic, I thought. Oh my god he's staring at me. His mouth is moving. It's kind of mesmerising the way his lips move... He's saying something. Now he looks a little weirded out. Wait why? Snap out of it Anvi. 

"Sorry, I spaced out. You said something?" I said, trying to make my voice sound less breathy. The fine ass man smirked and said, "Yeah, I noticed. You okay?"

I frowned. "Yes. Why?" He let out a 100 000 megawatt smile and chuckled. "Because I asked if you were ready to get your butt whooped and you just smiled and nodded."

I felt the heat rush up to my face and scowled. Why this little shit.  He waggled his eyebrows and said, "Kinky."

I scowled. "The tequila is mine. Let's just make that clear." The douche bag smirked and stepped closer to me. F*ck. "How about this; if I win the tequila I'll share it with you." 

I frowned. "That's awfully generous of you considering I'm practically a stranger." 

His eyes danced with playfulness. "Yeah?" He said. "What do you say we change that?"