Beth's POV

I will! I swear the next guy that walks through that door! Beth exclaimed. Sasha and Tara just shook their heads. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna actually do this? We had been talking about one night stands and Sasha and Tara were going on and on about the guys/girls they'd been with. But Beth had never had a one night stand before.

Ten minutes before-

"This one night I went home with this one guy, and he was really hot right, and a little bit older, the sex was incredible, and he had this really nice house. He was like the perfect package! Until I went downstairs to get a glass water and his mom was in the kitchen! She asked my name and how I was doing, like it was super normal. He was like 30 years old and still bringing home girls to have sex while living at his mother's house. Yeah I left." Sasha explained giggling at the past experience. Then Tara went off on her many nights of bringing girls home with her after the bar. Then Sasha looked to me and asked "Beth you're being awfully quiet? What about you, what was your craziest one night stand?" I explained to them that I had never had a one night stand, I had only ever had sex once and I thought I was in love at the time… but that didn't work out. Tara and Sasha looked at me shocked. It was embarrassing to say the least. Then they stared rambling on how I needed to find a guy and go home with him tonight and "pop my one night stand cherry" as Tara had said. I didn't really want to, it didn't really mean that much to me but they wouldn't shut up. "OH goody two shoes Beth would never go home with some random guy, not even if you paid her. She has too many morals" Sasha said in a playful tone. "Isn't that prostitution?" I snarled back at her. I know it was light fun but, they were making me mad and I wanted to prove a point that I could go home with a random guy and sleep with them… No strings attached.

And that's how we ended up here…

Present-

"No the next single guy that walks through that door, I will go home with him!" I wanted to show them that I could have fun, and I mean it would be nice to have sex, it had been a while.

"Beth you don't have to do this we were just playing around. If we were smart we would listen to you and your morals." Tara said laughing.

But no, I wanted to now I had it set in my brain. The alcohol coursing through my bloodstream probably didn't help but, I had already decided this was going to happen. I just stared at the door waiting for someone to come into the bar. They just looked at me blankly like they didn't think I would actually do it. I will! I swear the next guy that walks through that door! I exclaimed.

Then a tall man with dark hair walked through the bar door and made his way to the end of the bar and took a seat alone, I watched him silently as did Sasha and Tara.

"Well isn't he a tall glass of sexy." Sasha looked to me and smirked "Is it too late to call dibs, I might want him for myself..." She laughed.

I chuckled nervously. He was really good looking; he had these piercing blue eyes, and shaggy brown hair that shadowed his face. He wore a flannel with a vest over it that had white angel wings on the back, and holy jeans. He was definitely rough, but it was a good kind of rough. The kind of rough that made your stomach knot up into a ball, sending a tingle in-between your legs. I watched him for a while, he ordered a jack and coke and continued to just sit at the bar by himself and glare at anyone who came near. Maybe this was a bad idea. He didn't look to friendly. But I couldn't back out now. This was happening. I took two more shots of tequila, to give myself a little liquid courage

I went to get up and Tara grabbed my arm. "Beth you don't how prove a point to us were you're friends!"

"No I want to." I said nonchalantly, because after seeing him I kind of really did.

"But Beth he looks….kinda hardcore are you sure?" Tara said hesitantly glancing over to him.

"Yes! I'll be fine I don't even know if I will go with him or if he wants me to? I'm just gonna go talk to him first. Okay? And with that I made my way to the seat next to him.

He didn't look at me as I approached the barstool next to him, but as I sat down he glanced over to me just for a second then resumed to his drink. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't know what I was going to say yet.

"What will you be having tonight?" The bartender asked who was an older short haired woman, with a lovely smile.

"Sex on the beach. Thanks" I was gonna need a lot more booze to get through this night.

Finally I had worked up enough nerve to say something to him. "Hi I'm Beth." I said batting my lashes trying my best at being flirtatious. "What's your name?"

He didn't say anything for a few moments, maybe he hadn't heard me. God I'm such and idiot.

"Daryl." His gruff tone spoke out startling me. He glanced over at me but for just a second again.

"How are you doing tonight?" I asked

"Peachy." He replied back in the same gruff tone, not looking my way.

"Oh. That's good, I guess." I replied not really knowing what to say to that.

The bartender brought me my drink and he asked for another. God this was going terrible he was obviously not in the mood to talk, maybe I should just leave, but when I glanced back over to where Sasha and Tara had been sitting they were gone. Did they leave? Great. This night just keeps getting better and better. I looked back over at Daryl, and that was it all I knew was his name, and it obviously wasn't going anywhere…I reached into my clutch to find my phone. Shit. It wasn't in there I must have left it in Sasha's car. Looks like I'm walking home. My apartment wasn't that far away…. I didn't think. That was if I could find it. I might have had one to many to drink.

I glanced back to Daryl and rolled my eyes, with that I hopped off the bar stool and made for the door. I was mad now and I didn't know why, well I kind of did. I mean was I not worthy enough that he couldn't even look at me. Whatever he's a jerk. I was now stumbling down the street towards my apartment. Maybe he was just having a bad day? I don't know. Thinking was hurting my brain, and these heels are killing me.

I stopped and tried to remove them but when you're drunk it's a lot harder than it looks. I ended up sitting on the curb pulling them off and rubbing my feet for a second, then continued on my way when I saw a headlight shining behind me and the loud roar of an engine, pulling up beside me. Great, probably some perv thinking I'm some type of prostitute, trying to shack up with me. Here I was drunk off my ass waddling down the sidewalk barefoot. But as my eyes adjusted it wasn't?

Daryl?