across the bar
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The girl in the black dress.
I saw her before she saw me. Before anyone did, really. The bar was already pulsing - bodies swaying in time with the music, voices loud with confidence and liquor - and then she walked in. Not loud, not trying. Just... there.
Tiny. Maybe the most petite girl I've ever seen in a place like this. Her limbs delicate but tense, like she didn't know how to be at ease in a crowd. Like she was always ready to run.
But the thing is, you couldn't look away. Not because of the dress, though it helped - black with lace, soft against her collarbones, hitting at fragility and power at the same time. No, it wasn't that. It was her face.
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- Age gap
- Explicit sexual content
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"And who the fuck are you?" I asked rudely, squinting at the man standing behind me. His eyes inspected my face before locking with mine. "Some who's going to stop you from getting alcohol poisoning." He responded and I tilted my head at his deep voice. I inspected the unwanted babysitter, taking in his dark blue stylish trench coat he donned, the way his black hair was slicked back, but waves clearly visible. A stranger. I turned back to the bar, waving Sam down. "I don't know you." I finally speak. "I don't know you either, but i do know that you don't have a ride to go anywhere after this, so taking that drink will only make you lose your self awareness even more than you already have," He responded, and I pause, the glass almost touching my lips, before I threw it back, closing my eyes and letting the burn consume me. Once the moment was over, I stood up, placing four twenties on the counter next to the empty glass. "Since you seem to care so much about my wellbeing, give ma a ride." I folded my arms over my chest and locked my eyes with him which proved to be a task itself. He was a giant, taller than me even in heels. He let out a chuckle, a small dimple appearing on his right cheek...
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