The bar was bustling. The atmosphere was clammy and crowded. It didn't matter where you went, there were people. I sat down at the bar and ordered a shot. Downing it quickly, I ordered another. I think I downed about five before I heard a voice behind me, rising above the rest of the voices in the bar. "You shouldn't be downing them like that." I ordered another, before turning around to see who was talking to me. A guy about six foot towered above be as I sat on a leather bar stool. I looked up at him, looking at his tanned skin, before stopping at his gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes. They were so pretty… he laughed cutely, before taking a seat next to me. "why does it matter to you?" I sassed, downing the drink in my hand, and ordered another.
"It's not good for your health." He said, ordering a drink himself. As he waited, he ran a hand through his beautifully styled deep brown hair, fluffing it up. "He says ordering a drink himself!" I retorted, a grin on my face. I could feel the alcohol start to take effect, coursing through my body, giving me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
Our drinks arrived and I downed my seventh or was it my eighth shot. He took a sip from his beer, and that's how it happened.
We talked about anything and everything, from recent news to more personal things. We got on really well. He was telling me about the band he was in, and how they were hoping to do well, when a really tall blonde guy approached us, and greeted the guy I was talking to. "Hey, Calum, I've gotta go, but Ashton said he can give you a lift back if you need it?" he said, running a hand through his quiffed hair. "Hey beautiful" he said, winking at me. I winked back, and slapped his ass as he disappeared back into the swarming mass of bodies. "Hey, I never got your name." he suddenly said, looking directly at me, his eyes sparkling. "Hmm? Oh right. Carrie Dione." I replied, sending him a smile. "Well, Carrie, you up for a challenge?" he asked, a mischievous look crossed his face.
"You bet!" I giggled back, leaning back slightly on the bar stool.
We ended up downing as many shots as we could in two minutes. We both downed a lot of those bad boys. Heavily intoxicated, I felt very dizzy, and I definitely wouldn't remember this in the morning…
We both ended up at a motel, naked and sweaty, our bodied tangled together amongst the sheets. We fell asleep cuddling, his breath warm on my neck.