We sat there drinking, laughing and talking about the most random things when I notice that she could no longer hide the need to glide her body on someone and shake her ass on the dance floor. She has been in full party mode right from when we came in. She would be at it now if I wasn't with her. I am such a party pooper.
"Go ahead. Go jiggle that ass of yours. Don't let me cock block you." I urge.
"You got me." She lets out a wry smile. "Are you sure you will be okay by yourself? Come dance with me." She croons. I push back her hands that were attempting to take me off the bar stool.
"Bitch, you have succeeded in dragging me to go out. Now you still want me to dance." I complain.
"You are getting drunk. I like that." She smirks. She takes out a key card from her clutch and hands it to me. "That is my club retirement room key card. Here is the actual key just incase the card doesn't work. It tends to jam sometimes."
"Thanks for the fact." I drone.
"Go there when you are tired. I will come join you when I am done partying." By her words, that means a really really long time. She looks at the bartender, "Keep an eye on her Sam. Do not even think about grinding coochies with her." So his name is Sam.
"I will be right back."
"We both know that is a lie." I say after her. I watch as she struts to the dance floor. I only take my eyes off her when I see her making out with some guy. Now alone, I returned to the sole company of my unfriendly memory. I'm currently watching someone effortlessly swing on a pole, music nearly blowing my eardrums out from how close Annie has us sitting to the speakers.
"Are you okay?" I raise my head to look questioningly at the charming bartender guy.
He points to my drink. "You have been stirring that for a while now. I am guessing there must be a lot on your mind.
I am sorry. It is none of my business." He apologizes.
"No it is fine. I do have a lot on my mind." There is no point in not admitting when I can feel it written on my face. He rests his elbows on the table. His sleeves were rolled up. I cannot help but silently appreciate how large his arms were. I love strong arms on a man. I want to touch them.
"Mind if I ask what it is? Sharing your problems is one of the ways to lessen them. Who knows? I just might have a solution." Gawd. He has an hypnotic voice too.
I wonder if he is like this with other customers too. Or did he notice me staring at him then? I shake my head. "Trust me. Even Albert Einstein wouldn't have a solution for my problem right now." I laugh.
"How so?" He wiggles his brows.
"I will tell you if you so badly want to know."
"I do want to know what is making a beautiful face like yours look sad."
I flush. "Are you being flirty, or am I overthinking?"
"I am not being flirty. I just think that you are beautiful. That is a true fact. Has anyone never told you that before?"
"I was overthinking then."
He gave a half smile.
I started with, "First of all... Tell me, why do you men like cheating on someone you claim to love?"
He was taken aback by my question. "A guy cheated on you?"
"Yes. He—"
"And did you cry?"
"Yes." I replied truthfully, also taken aback by his question.
He tilts his head slightly, his eyes scrutinizing me. They are not black or brown. I can't tell which color they really are under the lighting. "That means you loved him then."
"I did. I mean I still do." I sipped the last of my drink. I was about to open my mouth to order another when he suddenly takes the glass away.
"Can you handle strong liquor?"
"No. Why?"
"People drink to get drunk because alcohol is one of the best ways to forget pain." He is now pouring a amber liquid from a bottle into two glasses. He slids one shot to me and drinks from the other. "It's on the house." He said.
I stare at the drink like I had microscopic eyes to see if there is anything suspicious in it. "Why are you giving this to me? Do you plan on getting me drunk and sleeping with me?"
"Would that be bad?"
"You are flirting now."
"I know."
The world is now wobbling and swaying left and right in front of my eyes. Why? I can barely walk straight Where the hell is room 26? I badly want to lay down and put this drunk head of mine to sleep. I swipe the card repeatedly but the door still did not open.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I kick at it in utter frustration before remembering that Annie had also given me an actual key. That realization was like a sudden lightbulb in a dark room. The key was in my hand all along while I was fumbling with the damn key card. Stupid key. Why didn't you say you were there?
I use the key and the door opened. I stumbled in and bend down to take off my heels. A strong hand pulls me back up by the waist. "Took you long enough." A deep masculine voice rasped.