It turned out that everyone needed another drink after the announcement. We chugged down drink after drink at the table before deciding to move to a different side of the pub.
"Honk!" Zoey exclaimed, palming my boob roughly as we walked over to the pool tables located on the opposite corner of the bar. She was plastered after two margaritas and paid the bathroom about eight visits since we'd gotten there. I was the one stuck going with her each time, and she fondled my ass or boob on every run.
I swatted her hand away, carefully maneuvering my way over the step that led up to the pool tables. I'd only drank two margaritas and was now on a strawberry daiquiri; I wasn't drunk but I was slightly more than buzzed. My body felt warm all over, and I couldn't really judge distances very well by that point. I was laughing at everything that had been said at the table a moment before.
"Nicole! Play a game with me!" Zoey yelled, while simultaneously pointing at Nikki who shrugged her acceptance.
Josh pushed Leo toward the other open table with a thrust of his hips and a wink in my direction. "Gross," I murmured.
A moment later Leo was bent over the pool table while holding a pool stick like he had absolutely no experience holding phallic-shaped objects in his hand. Josh was hunched over him, pressing his hips way too closely to him. For the record, Josh sucked ass at pool and had no business trying to teach anyone how to play, but I guess he just wanted an excuse to publicly rub his junk against his man-mate so who cared.
"Hey good looking," a voice purred from my left.
I looked to see a guy with jet black hair standing on the other side of the railing that separated the pool table area from the rest of the pub. "Hi," I replied dumbly and borderline drunk.
"You wanna play pool?" he asked me. His eyes were so dark they reminded me of those belonging to a seal; it was creepy.
"Uhh—," I mumbled out, because yes, I did want to play, but I doubted I could hit a ball if I tried my best.
"I have a pool table at my house," the stranger offered, leaning over the railing with a smug look on his face.
"Kat!" a silky, strained voice yelled over by the pool table Nicole and Zoey were playing at. I looked back to see Tristan and Calum waving me over.
The strange man frowned in their direction before shrugging. "Maybe another time."
All I wanted to do was sit down to gain my bearings, but there were only two chairs on the side of the pool table closest to my best friends, and Calum and Tristan were already sitting in them. I frowned and made my way over. They were in the middle of a conversation, but after the amount I'd drank, my verbal filter had left the building.
"Can I sit there?" I asked slowly.
Their conversation ceased. Tristan raised an eyebrow as a crooked smile splayed across his lips. "I'm sitting here."
"I know, but I want to sit there. Can I sit there?"
Calum snorted, and I thought Tristan gave him a look but my brain felt like slush so couldn't be sure. "But then where am I going to sit?" he asked.
I shrugged and pointed down. "On the floor."
"I'm not sitting on that dirty ass floor," he replied. "Do you need some water?"
"Yeah." I nodded, taking notice of the dryness in my throat. "But I also need to sit."
Tristan laughed and uncrossed his arms from over his chest. "Come here," he said, and I took a step forward because I trusted and listened to him more than I should. When I was standing right in front of him, he reached out to grab my hips and pull me down so I was sitting sideways across his lap. My left side was resting against his chest, while my bottom rested on his muscular thighs.
"I promise I won't fart on you," I mumbled while squirming on his lap to situate myself a little better.
He chuckled against my ear as his hot breath fanned out and gave me goosebumps. "Thanks."
"I'll go get you some water," Calum announced before standing up and walking off.
I thought about getting up for maybe a nanosecond, but when Tristan didn't say anything about taking Calum's seat, I didn't either. It was so easy to rest my head against the crook of his neck, so I did. "You smell nice," I told him with a deep whiff of his natural, clean scent. He smelled like something manly. My nose brushed against the vein in his throat when I smelled him again.
"You do too," he said so softly I almost didn't hear him. I felt one arm wrap around my lower back and the other one rest on top of my knees. "You smell like oranges."
I sniffed him again, wishing I wasn't so out of it so I could recognize whether he shivered a little or not. "You smell like a man."
"I'd hope so," he chuckled. I couldn't but notice how close he was to me, I thought his lips brushed the skin right by my tragus. "What was that guy telling you?"
I shrugged against him, letting my weight come to rest against his sturdy frame. Usually, I'd feel uncomfortable laying against or on top of someone, but with Tristan I could care less. I knew that if it bothered him or if I weighed too much, he wouldn't have a problem telling me. "I don't know. He said he had a pool table at his house or something."
