Max downed her sixth drink at the bar, and by now her head was spinning. Dylan had taken her out to the club to help her get over her breakup with Fang.
"How you feeling?" Dylan asked her, far more sober than she was. "Any better?"
"Everything out of a five foot radius looks like I'm looking at it through a heat wave." Max said squinting. "But other than that I feel great!" she beamed, obviously completely drunk from the way her words were slurred.
Dylan chuckled quietly and shook his head. "You're already completely wasted and we've only been here for a little over half an hour." He said, smiling at her, his eyes sparkling.
Max just stared at him for a minute. His smile was dazzling, and he was absolutely gorgeous. 'Max, what are you thingking?! You just got out of a relationship!' She reprimanded herself. 'I'm thinking that he looks totally hot, with those sparkling eyes and that amazing smile…' She snapped herself out of it when she realized she was just smiling at him like a complete idiot. "I'm not that drunk." She said, as she asked the bartender for another drink.
"Oh yeah?" He asked, smiling. "Stand up."
Max pouted, downing her drink as it arrived. "Fine." She said, as defiantly as she could muster. She got up out of her seat and wobbled a bit before steadying herself. "See?" She said. Just as she said that she started to fall over.
Dylan stood up and grabbed her to steady her. "You sure showed me." He said sarcastically.
"Dang right I did." Max said, smiling triumphantly, not sensing his sarcasm.
Dylan realized that now would probably be his only chance to get with her, while she was completely drunk. "Max, will you dance with me?" He asked, taking a shot and pulling her out onto the dance floor.
"What? No, I can't dance." She argued, so drunk she didn't even realize he'd moved her.
"Max," Dylan said.
"Yeah?" Max asked looking up at him with a goofy smile on her face.
"Just dance."