I glanced at the glass in my hand idly, before chugging it down in just a gulp.
Nick and Alex had insisted I come with them to drink because apparently everyone was on edge and I’d been moping around for the past few days, which was depressing them further.
God knows where they were now, though, since Alex had shouted "enjoy yourself, man!" Thumping my back before he trotted away. "Get yourself wasted, break a few hearts! Live!"
Nick was off dancing with a girl as soon as we’d had our drinks, leaving me alone to my extremely confusing and jumbled thoughts.
One of her friends started sauntering to where I was sitting, a smile curved on her red lips. I thought she looked pretty, with her long raven hair styled in bouncy curls and the knee length fitted dress hugging her figure snugly.
"What's a guy like you doing here alone?" She greeted me, lowering herself onto the stool beside me.
Pretty as she was, I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone after consuming such an excessive amount of vodka, or I wasn't interested in talking toherspecifically. Either way, I’d rather bealone with my thoughts. But I couldn't be rude, so I looked in her direction and gave her a smile, slightly forced. I must have nailed it just fine if the way her eyes darted down to my lips was anything to go by.
I looked away. “Drinking.”
I couldfeelthe smile she was giving me. "What's your name?"
I shook my head, one corner of my lips twitching at her determination. "Sorry, but I don't give out my name to strangers."
She probably pouted. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Yep."
I felt her hand touch my arm, and I made the mistake of glancing at her when I suddenly felt her lips brushing against my cheek. It made me squirm uncomfortably. She had leaned forward, and I could smell the beer on her breath. Not just beer. She was as drunk as me, apparently. "You don't mind me giving you a present, though?"
She trailed her mouth along my ear, and my foggy mind couldn't command my body to move so I sat still, the warmth in my chest from all the drinks spreading too rapidly.
"It’ll be quick." She continued softly, her other hand trailing up my chest.
I tried swallowing the lump lodged in my throat, my fingers tightening around the glass. "I-"
I shook my head"I can challenge you to a drinking contest with me.” I said stupidly “not anything more, I’m afraid.”
She looked surprised at my words, but after a moment she recomposed herself and shrugged, grinning at me “fine, whoever gets piss drunk first, will have to pay for the drinks. Deal?"
I gave a low laugh. "Prepare to get your ass kicked."
We clinked our glasses together.
She was winning.
There was no doubt about it.
She didn't look too bad, maybe her eyes were a bit glazed over but I wouldn't know, because I was drunk as hell and wasn't sure if the glasses on the table were moving or I was simply imagining things.
I actually felt giggly all of a sudden.
I didn't remember when, but the crowd had mingled towards the both of us by forming a semi-circle and were chanting and cheering encouragements, probably betting among themselves. I was also pretty sure I’d almost toppled off the stall at least once.
With a groan, I pushed my shot away, shaking my head and sending the girl a disgruntled look; her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture screaming victory.
"It looks like I win," She gave me a two finger salute, "a pleasure beating you."
There wereooh'saround us as I stared at her. Then I grinned, a pure shit faced grin. "And I'll be claiming the prize."
I wasn't sure what exactly happened, but next thing I knew I was stumbling towards her, and she only managed to widen her eyes in surprise before I crashed my lips onto hers, sloppy and all in their drunkard glory.
I dimly heard the crowd roaring around us, but I was too focused on wrapping my arms around her waist as she clutched onto my shoulders, giggling against my lips.
