I’d wanted to stay inside and wallow. Once the exhaustion had passed – and boy was I exhausted – I wanted to be by myself, to hide in my shell and not emerge until the next full moon forced me to.
The guys apparently knew better because I was trussed up in red and wobbling on heels, about to learn how a group of supernaturals really partied. Or so they said. All I could do was tug at the short hem of the scrap of scarlet material they’d called a dress and hope it would cover my arse when I inevitably fell over. Sure, I’d looked in the mirror before we’d left. There was no doubt about it; I oozed sex. That didn’t mean I was comfortable.
The smell hit me as I walked through the door; the rancid, sour stench of too many bodies pressed together in too small a space. I gulped and tried to breathe through my mouth, hoping that it wouldn’t seem so bad, but the taste was even worse. I stumbled to the bar and tapped my fingernails impatiently upon the glass counter as I waited for my vodka, lemon and lime to appear. It had barely hit the bar before I’d drained the glass, hoping that it would go some way to masking the sticky air from my senses.
“Whatever she wants tonight.” Hunter appeared leaning over the bar. The bartender nodded as Hunter’s hand gripped my elbow and steered me towards the table the guys had found. My jaw dropped as I counted the array of bottles littering the table. Surely they couldn’t expect the five of us to get through eight, no, nine catering-sized bottles of spirits in one night?
“Pick your poison kid” Sketch called out over the thumping bass.
I shook my head. “Just had one.” There was no point getting hammered in the first hour when it looked like this would be a long and very drunken night.
“Have another.” There was no point arguing; I rose to head back to the bar.
“Not that watered down piss you were just drinking.” Hunter clearly didn’t like my choice of refreshment. I nodded knowing that at least amongst all the change I could take a little comfort in clinging to my old ways. Hunter’s face told me that he didn’t entirely agree but he waved the bartender over and only moments after he’d whispered in his ear, a bottle of vodka arrived, its neck stuffed with lemon and lime. What a concession! The service was one of a kind inside the club; the other patrons were lucky enough to get near the bar it was so cramped, but I guessed that was one of the perks of being a high spender, and the guys clearly were.
Jaws artfully arranged five shot glasses on a tray and poured the vodka out. Well, at least they were all going to join me as I drunk myself into oblivion. Not likely. As Train set to work draining the sambuca from its bottle, Jaws pushed the tray towards me. “Down the hatch Don.” He was kidding, right?
“You have got an ambulance lined up? Doctor Hodge waiting outside?” I swear they were trying to give me alcohol poisoning. They all laughed.
“The Doc didn’t tell you?” Jaws asked. “That lot will barely even give you a buzz” he gestured to the shot glasses. “In fact you’d probably have to drink the table to get drunk.”
“And even then it’d only last half an hour or so” Train commented before grabbing for a bottle of tequila.
Well then, I thought, eyeing the shot glasses. “Bottoms up.” I grabbed the bottle instead and swigged.
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certainty was overrated
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I really like how your story is developing. Your character names are fabulous. I had a lot of fun with this one. Sorry I’m so late with it!
Ohhh sounds like Fangtasia!