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"What can I get you miss?" asked the cute thirty something bartender.
"A draft and a shot of tequila," I said sitting down on a bar stool at Kinsale Tavern. He went to go fix my order while I was looking around, checking the place out. The place was actually really nice for a bar. I guess only the best for the Upper East Side.
The bartender came back and set my drinks in front of me and I immediately downed the shot and could barely hold back my grimace, wondering why I even came here when I remembered.
Dan.
I wouldn't be in such desperate need of a drink if it wasn't for Dan and his continuous worries and pacing about seeing his ex-girlfriend at brunch tomorrow. It's his own fault for dating dad's girlfriends daughter.
Dumbass.
I was about to take a sip of my draft when I felt eyes on me. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see a handsome guy, probably about my age, turned towards me on his stool looking at me with a small smile on his lips. The only way to describe him was pretty. He had messy brown hair with blonde highlights (hopefully natural because it would be a major turn off if he went to a salon to get that professionally done!), pretty blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and an almost sinful pair of lips. I turned in my chair to face him and smiled my best seductive smile at him causing his smile to grow, showing off immaculate white teeth.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked leaning forward.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" he asked confused.
"Well not just any guy can buy me a drink." I explained. "I need to know a couple of things first."
"What? Like a survey." he asked amused, which is a good thing because some guys leave at this part, fed up with not getting some easy blonde falling onto their dick.
"Yeah like a survey. You interested?" I asked hoping he'd say yes.
"Why not." he said picking up his half empty import and sitting on the stool next to me.
"Okay," I said stopping to take a pull of my beer before continuing. "Question one: Model with no personality or less attractive librarian with a great personality?"
"Librarian."
"Strike one."
"What? How is that strike one?" he asked incredulously.
"Because you just lied. Your just giving me the answer you think I want."
"How do you know if I'm lying?" he asked curiously.
"Well for one thing judging by the Rolex on your wrist and the button down shirt from Armani you've probably never even stepped one foot in a library so much as seen a mildly attractive librarian. In fact if you have seen a librarian it's probably the strict old woman with grey hair from your prep school and if you found her attractive well I'm definitely not going home with you then." I explained logically. "Besides your nose twitched when you said it. Dead giveaway that your lying."
"Okay I lied. But you never specified what kind of relationship I was going to have with this hypothetical woman. For all I know it could have been a one night stand." He said shrugging. "So are you a psychology major or something?"
"Oh no, I'm asking the questions right now. So question two: boxers or briefs?"
"Boxers."
"Okay you got that one." I said. "Final question and this is for all the marbles: what was the first thing you liked about me?"
"Your smile."
"Really?" I asked smiling.
"Yeah. Your smile is captivating. It has this excitement about it."
"Well that's incredibly sweet. Personally I would of said my chest but you win points for that one." I took the last sip of my drink before setting it down and turning to him. "So you want to take me back to your place?"
"You want to go home with someone and you don't even know their name?"
"Well my names Jenny. Yours?"
"Nate." He said letting out a small laugh.
"Well I say I know enough about you. Do you want to stick around here and get to know the unimportant small facts or go back to your place and have sex?"
He quickly stood from his stool, grabbed my hand and said what do you think as he pulled me behind him out the door of the bar.
Unlocking a door? Easy.
Unlocking a door while making out? Not so much.
Nate had me pushed against his door, our mouths interlocked, one hand in my hair and the other trying to unlock the door. He finally pulled back with a small sound of complaint from me which made him stop and look at me with one eyebrow raised.
"If I don't get this door unlocked I will end up fucking you right here." he said looking deadly serious before focusing back on the knob to get the door open.
"I might not object to that." He gave me this look that clearly said not helping. I just shrugged back as my reply. He finally got the door unlocked and the second he opened the door, I pushed him inside against the first wall I saw and kicked the door shut behind me.
I immediately started unbuttoning his shirt while kissing down his neck, my lips following the path my hands made. He let out a small groan of appreciation that I couldn't help but smile at. My hands had just reached his belt, where I could clearly see a large tent in his pants, when his phone rang. His hands came down to stop mine causing to look at him to see his apologetic look which meant he had to answer it. I waved it off and told him to answer it. He picked up the phone and left the room.
I sighed and looked at the wall he had just been up against and noticed a crooked picture on the wall. I move closer to fix it but stopped just before touching it because of who I saw in it.
"So your in L.O.V.E?" I asked my older brother.
"Yes Jenny." Dan said rolling his eyes
"When do I get to meet the lucky girl?"
"Whenever you decide to visit I guess." he said before pulling out a picture. "That's her right there." He said showing me a picture of him and a gorgeous blonde.
"You know I never thought you'd date a trust fund Barbie."
"Hey!"
"I'm not insulting her. I'm sure she's very nice. It's just the only other girl you were ever interested in is the exact opposite of this girl. I mean political views, religion, hell even their hair color is different."
"I know but I love her. She has this beautiful blonde hair, energetic nature and she's actually really smart."
"She sounds perfect Dan."
"She pretty much is to me. The only thing is her stuck-up friends."
"So they don't like you."
"They think I'm trash because I'm from Brooklyn. Plus there's this guy friend of hers and he worries me."
"What do you mean?"
"I think he's in love with her."
There in the picture was none other than Serena Van Der Woodsen. But that wasn't the worst part. No the worst part was the guy in the picture looking at her with this gentle look on his face.
"Hey sorry about that." Nate said coming back in the room. "It was a friend of mine and she's been going through a rough time so-"
"Uh I need to go," I said interrupting him.
"What?" he asked shocked and disappointed.
"Yeah. My brother called and he said it was an emergency so I'm sorry but I have to take off." I said giving him an apologetic smile before starting for the door.
"Well maybe you could give me your number and we could continue this some other time."
"I don't think so. I'm sorry for wasting your time but it was nice meeting you Nate." I said opening the door and walking out.
"Yeah, nice meeting you too." he called after me awkwardly.
I only had one thought walking out of the building, 'tomorrow is going to suck.'
A/N: I'm sorry for stopping the hookup. I thought it was necessary for the plot. Reviews are welcome!
