"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
You could say that I was being a little bit extra. First, throwing his jacket in his face, and now standing on the bar to pour shots into people's mouths, whilst Harry and his guests watched. Joe seemed to find it funny, he was actually impressed with me, thinking I was doing this all for fun and to get more people to buy shots. If he didn't want me joining him for drinks, I'll show him exactly what he's missing, and I've definitely succeeded with that. I hold my hand out for Joe to help me off the bar, laughing with him as I jump off.
"Nice one, Dais'. But how about we keep both feet on the ground for the rest of night?" Joe laughs, passing me a bottle to help pour out shots with him. I could definitely do that, but I wasn't done having fun yet.
"Hey, do you mind if I take the bottle of vodka and card reader out with me?" I smirk, holding both in my hands already.
"I thought you wanted to stay behind the bar, that you were done with all the shot girl stuff?" He asked, looking at me with suspicion.
"Please..." I pout at him, achieving an eye roll as he gives him. I give him a quick kiss on the check before walking out from behind the bar, heading towards the dance floor. As I head there, I can't help but see Harry watching me intensely from his booth. I hold up the bottle to him, as if I'm toasting to him, with a straight face before losing him by walking into the middle of the crowd. "Shots!" I shout as I weave my way between the grinding, hot people, catching their attention instantly. I make my way, selling shots to people and pouring them straight into their mouths from the bottle. It only takes me a couple minutes to finish the whole bottle, pouring shot after shot.
It was hard not to join in on the dancing whilst out there. A group of girls had instantly decided to accept me into their group after buying almost half the bottle worth of shots from me, finishing it all. From where I was standing with the girls, I could see Harry's booth. I could tell he was trying his best not to look at me, keeping his head rested on his hand, occasionally looking over at me, trying to be subtle like I wouldn't notice. I felt mischievous tonight, I was wondering how far I could take it. I turned my back to one of the girls, dancing together whilst we leaned onto one another. I kept my gaze on Harry, waiting to catch his eye when he inevitably looked over again.
Once he does, I can't help but smile, sucking my teeth at him. I wanted to show him everything he was missing by leaving me out of this meeting. We usually have a good time, but I guess I can have a good time without him. I don't even know there girls' names, nor do I care. I was just using them in this game I seem to have with Harry. How long does it take for me to piss him off and how far do I have to go? I'm willing to take this as far as possible.
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I didn't get much of a reaction from him, he just quickly looked away from me. I know I bothered him though. I quickly grab the bottle and card reader up from the table, heading back to the bar feeling out of breath. Joe just laughed and shook his head at me when I returned.
