“W-what?” I slightly shake my head, “You slept with him?” My shocked expression causes her to laugh.
The summer had just begun.
“I wish.” She rolls her eyes to the back of her head. “I accidentally went by his room and it was open as one of his friends walked out with a girl. I think they’re into group activities.”
“There are teens here.” I sound like a mom, and I never pictured myself as the lecturing type.
Are you proud, Mom?
“That is part of what we do here,” she waves her hand in front of her body, “Plenty of sex with strangers.”
He said this is the best place they know, I wonder why?
I nod in acceptance, processing, “Good for you,” my grin slowly rises across my face as I try to let it sink in.
I am not going to have sex with a bunch of strangers as tempting as it may sound I have enough on my plate as it is.
“So his reputation perceives him,” my sly grin molds my cheek.
“You’re dirty, I like.” She leans in, letting her forearms fall onto the counter as she gets called off to help in the kitchen. “Ugh! Sorry, I’ll find you later.”
“Sure.” I twirl a strand of hair around my finger.
“Can I… buy you a drink?” a rough voice comes from beside me almost falling asleep mid-sentence.
I don’t spare him a glance. “Thank you, but I prefer to buy my own drinks today.”
He trudges closer, gripping the counter for support and my agitated body doesn’t appreciate it one bit as it warns me of a possible danger. “Come on, d-don’t be like that.” He stumbles over his words a few times. “Have s-some fun, it’s a meetup.”
This place is swarming with bikers yet the noisy chattering and music block our quiet word exchange.
My grip tightens around the bottle.
With his staggered gait, this burly guy must be drunk as a sailor. I take a sip from my beer which now tastes vapid thanks to him. Through my peripheral vision, I peep every few seconds to ensure he is not entering my safe space.
He doesn’t for now.
“You know girls usually ride my bike and then ask to ride me so you’re in good hands. I’m not here to harm you, darling, I’m here to make it worth your time.”
Agitation crawls all over my body making me jumpy and stiff as I grind my teeth. Motherfucker, I’m fucking exhausted to fight someone right now, but I will if he gives me a reason to.
He continues to rain me with more vacuous thoughts. “Bet you know how to move that body,” he hiccups, takes the beer jar from the counter, and downs it in one go, spilling droplets on himself in the process.
Disgusting.
I’m about to get up and walk away but my movements aren’t fast enough before he teeters next to me, tumbles down, and knocks me down to the floor, but manages to hold on to the edge of the bar, preventing my death.
Annoyed, I stay on the floor as I scoff and my eyes shoot daggers at him. “You need to call it a night and beat it,” my voice is full of poison. “Or do you want me to sing and dance to Michael Jackson’s song until it gets through your thick skull? I know the booze makes it hard but fuck off.”
“Oh shit.” His hand covers his mouth as he laughs to himself. “You look,” hiccup, “P-pretty from down there.” His eyelids fight to keep themselves open.
Is it fair to pummel a person if they’re drunk?
As I’m lifting myself off the floor, someone swiftly moves past me, catches the man by the throat, and pins his head down onto the counter. “That’s enough.” I immediately recognize Meadow’s voice and it is full of rage.
“Are we having some trouble here, let’s give him a waking shower.” Russ intervenes and moves closer to them. The men exchange looks between them before they give each other a curt nod.
Meadow yanks him up and Russ says, “Come on,” lifting a hose in the guy’s direction and a splash of water hits his face. “There you go, my guy, you know we hate drunk drivers straying around here.”
