Strong arms wrap around my middle, hoisting me against a broad chest by the underarms before I crash to the ground.
“Ummmphhh.” The air is knocked out of my lungs as I collide with the man who caught me.
“I’ve got you, little dude.” The soft voice says in my ear, lifting me to my feet again.
As soon as I’m on my feet, I stumble away from the strong grip. “I’m not little.”
“Sure, buddy. And I’m not a vampire.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.” I grumble. “You’re supposed to say something that you clearly are. Vampires don’t exist.”
“That you know of.”
“Okay, weirdo.” I huff, turning on my heel to look at the massive guy standing behind me. He’s gotta be six four or even six five. And he is beefy. I’m talking the beefiest of beefs. His muscles have muscles. The guy could crush me just by accidentally sitting on me.
“Thanks for not letting me crack my head open on the tile, but I’m gonna head out now.” I give a little wave, shuffling as quickly as I can away from Mr. Beef.
I’m almost to the door when the bathroom tilts on me again, and I have to catch myself on the nearby wall to stop from stumbling.
“Little dude, you don’t seem alright.”
“I’m fine.” I growl, trying to be menacing, but it comes out weak. Oh boy, I am not feeling great right now.
“I gotchu, buddy.” The hunky man’s arm wraps around my waist, plastering me to his side and stabilizing my footing.
Damnit, did I just call him hunky? No, stupid brain. This guy is not hunky, or attractive, or kind of charming. He doesn’t smell so good that I want to bury my face in his armpit and take a deep whiff. And he doesn’t look like an angel descended from the heaven’s with hishalo of golden blonde hair and entrancing gray eyes. I don’t like jocks, and his muscles are doing nothing for me!
“S-stop it. I’m fine. Leave me alone.” My words come out as a petulant whine.
“No can do, buckaroo. You’re smashed and can’t even stand by yourself. What kind of bro would I be to leave another bro vulnerable like that? That’s not me, dude.” Guy of my dreams replies.
No, stop that! Bad, bad Charlie! He is not the guy of your dreams, he’s probably only attractive because you’re drunk and he saved you from cracking your head open like a watermelon.
“Let’s get you some water, brochacho, and then call you an Uber.” Beefcake McPecs rumbles.
“Fine. But just because I wanted to go home anyway, not because you suggested it.”
The voice is closer to my ear than before as the stranger whispers “Mmmm…feisty and stubborn, I like that.”
Goosebumps wrack my body, shivers descending down my spine at the proximity of the voice in my ear. My dick twitches, almost as if it wants to rally, but unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), the whiskey has other plans.
“If you’re going to corral me around like a sheep, you might as well tell me your name.” Woah there, my voice came out way huskier than I meant for it to.
“I’m Kip!” He says cheerfully, grinning at me with blindingly white teeth.
“Charlie.”
Kip pauses, looking down at me with a furrowed brow. “Uhhh…no, buddy. I said Kip. I’m Kip, not Charlie.”
Sighing, I roll my eyes at the ceiling. Why is it the pretty ones have to be dumb? Is it the universe trying to balance things? I guess it wouldn’t be fair if they were hot and smart. That’s too much power for one human.
“No, I meant that my name is Charlie.”
“Ohhhhh, right on, little dude!”
We get to the bar and Kip literally plucks me off my feet and plops me onto a stool like I weigh nothing. I’m not that little, I swear. Fivefoot eight is a respectable height for an adult male. It’s more than average, in fact. Just because we aren’t all giants doesn’t mean I’m little. And sure, I’m not built like a brick wall with thighs of steel like Kip, but I’m not a twig either.
“My buddy, Charlie, needs some water.” Kip tells the bartender. The bartender nods and turns away. As soon as she turns around, Kip turns back to me. “What’s your address? I’ll order you an Uber.”
