"So then I said 'Irving, what are you doing?! That's an amp not a table!'"
Isabella roared with laughter. "Oh my gosh! He thought it was a table?!"
"He really thought it was a table!" Phineas knocked back the rest of his drink, holding up the empty glass. "Hey! Two more hurricanes over here!"
"That was your fourth round. You're cut off."
"Aww…ruin our fun why don't you?" Phineas looked at the girl next to him. "Isabella, is he ruining our fun?"
"Totally." She took one last sip from her glass, casually setting it on the bar before running a finger around the rim. "You know Phineas, I—" her finger slipped and the glass toppled over, causing her to dissolve into a fit of giggles. "Wait! Let me try that again!"
"Why?"
"I was trying to be sexy." He snorted as she set the glass upright, running a finger around the rim again. "You know Phineas, I—" she looked down. "Good. It's working." She batted her eyes at him. "Phineas, I think you're the greatest. You're cute and your voice is AH-mazing. You sing like an angel."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh." She scooted closer to him, touching his arm. "Summer Still Rocks is great, but I really like you. A lot."
A dopey smile appeared on his face. "A lot huh? How much is a lot?"
Isabella smirked as she picked her glass up, looking over the rim. "A lot a lot." She took a sip, frowning. "Alcohol's gone. Imma get some more." She went to step down, only to have her foot catch on the rail underneath the bar. With a sharp gasp, she flailed, crashing into Phineas and pinning the two of them against the bar.
"Wow."
"What?"
"You're beautiful." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, seeming to consider something. "You know, we could go back to my place…"
"Or mine."
He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again, trying to focus. "But, your friends—"
"They won't mind." Before he could think further, Isabella grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the bar. "Come on!"
"Have you done this before?" Phineas reclined on the bed, watching Isabella walk across the room.
"No."
"Me neither. Maybe we should—" He stopped, watching as Isabella took her halter top off, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. His mouth went dry and he licked his lips as she climbed onto the bed next to him.
"I want this. Don't you feel the electricity? There's something between us." She reached out a hand, unbuttoning his shirt and planting a kiss to his chest before lightly pushing him down to the bed.
He complied, eyes never leaving hers as she leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness.