Two updates in one day? I so deserve cookies for this.


Part Four

Well, who would have thought, turns out Michael isn't such an idiot after all; he's not a bad guy when he's not chatting you up.

His friends invited us over to buy us a drink. It seems they were amused by his efforts to chat me up as well; they also manage to talk us into a drinking game. Which turns into about five different drinking games. They've had way more than us and thankfully haven't noticed that we're not drinking half as much as they are.

Now we're being dragged off to the pool table I didn't even know was here, for a game of shot pool. Sounds simple enough, miss a shot, drink a shot. Well, I'm thinking the state they're in, were going to need a lot of shots. But who cares, I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. I'm not as drunk as I feel I should be, considering the amount of alcohol I've consumed, so I think now is a good time to switch to soft drinks.

There are eight of us altogether and we decide to play doubles, they're still thinking Catherine and I are together and we've done nothing to discourage that thought. In fact we've played up to it.

We're amused by there reactions, that's the excuse I'm sticking to anyway, and like I'm going to say no to the chance of being close to her.

The game begins and we miss pretty much every shot after the break. I decide halfway through the game that someone should take over for me, because I can't stop laughing at our opponents attempt at striking the cue ball. He's missed about six times. Hell everything seems funny right now. Catherine's just as amused as me, so the pair of us are just standing there laughing at something that isn't all that funny, oh the wonders of alcohol.

We both decide to hand our cue's over to the waiting teams.

"Let's go get a drink." She wants more drinks? Is the woman insane? We tell our new friends we'll be back soon and head towards the bar. When we arrive she orders two waters.

"I figured we should sober up a little." She hands me the water with an apologetic look, like I actually wanted more alcohol right now.

"Good thinking, so are you having a good night?

"Yeah, I'm having a great time."

I was right, she looks adorable drunk. I wonder if she has any idea how sexy she is. Does she mean to be, or is it natural?

"Me too, we should do this more often."

"What? Pretend to be lovers." I nearly spit the water I was drinking all over her, I was not expecting that.

I'm suddenly reminded of the mental note I made to myself earlier and decide now is the time for some investigating. That and I'm drunk enough for my nervousness to have left the building. I feel brave because of the copious amount of alcohol in my system.

"Well, I wasn't talking about that specifically but it has been fun." I can't help the laughter as I remember the reaction we got from Michael earlier.

"Yeah, I have to admit it has been a lot of fun." She says. "So, how come you didn't tell me you're bi?"

Well, so much for me being brave, seems she got there before me. Okay Sara, be calm here.

"No real reason, it just never came up."

I want to ask her the same question, but what if I mistook what she said earlier. I don't want to do anything to ruin the night.

"You're sure that's the only reason? It's not because you thought it would freak me out?"

I think about that for second and realise that really didn't have much to do with it. I've always been comfortable with my sexuality and have never felt the need to hide it. It's my being in love with her I'm feeling the need to hide.

"Honestly, that never bothered me; I give you a little more credit than that."

She laughs and says. "Good, I'm glad, besides I'd be a little hypocritical if I were bothered." Okay, there's no mistaking that comment…

"So, you're bi?" More laughter follows this comment and I begin to think I have misread the signs.

"I thought that was plainly obvious, tonight anyway."

Oh my God, she's bi; she just said she's bi, as in she's into women and men. I'm giving her the same stupid look I did in her office earlier.

I can't actually form a thought in my head. I just keep repeating her words over and over, she's bi.

"So, I'm guessing by the shocked expression that you didn't know. I wasn't as obvious as I thought."

I should probably answer her. I'm still in disbelief and I'm not sure why because I did suspect. I guess suspecting is one thing; conformation is a whole other story.

"Well, I kind of suspected, I don't know why I'm shocked."

"Probably because you never expected conformation."

Is she reading my mind?

"Yeah, I guess." I'm starting to get over this now, I'm happy she felt comfortable enough to tell me.

"So anyway, I never had you down as a breast woman."

"Excuse me?" Where the hell did that come from?

"Before, when what's his name was trying to get you to dance with him and I asked you why you said no, you said because he didn't have breasts."

Realisation dawns on me. "Ah, I had no clue what you were talking about for a second, and I'm not a breast woman. They're damn great, I'll admit, but I was always more of a fan of backsides." As soon as I say that I remember how great hers looks in those pants, I couldn't help but notice when we were playing pool, and when we were dancing, and, well, since I answered my door to her.

"Ah, I though so, don't think I didn't notice you checking mine out before." She says with a smirk.

Well, that's me well and truly busted. I'd defend myself but I'm guilty as charged.

"And what about you? Breasts? Backsides?" I have a brief moment of disbelief that I'm having a conversation about breasts and backsides with the object of my affection.

"Both." She says giggling. "And I won't insult your intelligence by suggesting you haven't noticed me checking yours out." She adds. I just stand like an idiot. My mouth has gone very dry.

I did, but I'd chosen to put it down to wishful thinking. I'm an idiot like that sometimes. I thank God right then that I decided to wear these clothes tonight.

Just when this conversation is getting interesting Michael and his friends turn up looking for us, shit. Men are idiots, idiots with the worst timing ever.

"Hey, I thought you said you were coming back?"

"We were just having a breather, were ready for more drinks any time you are. Isn't that right Sara?"

Oh that's me, I'm far too busy trying to figure out what that conversation meant, if anything.

"Oh...drinks...yeah, more drinks" I lie; I'm going to stick with the soft drinks for a while.

I hear one of them shout that it's time to dance and then we're being pulled towards the dance floor, why are we with these people again? Oh yeah, they had tequila.

Which reminds me, I need more to drink. I remember the water we got before and grab it while I have the chance.

We dance for a while but soon were back to the drinking games.

They stopped drinking tequila a while back, someone had the good sense to realise if they didn't change drink we'd all be unconscious soon and then the fun would stop. So were having shots of something else.

We join in for a few rounds before heading home. I'm not even sure what it is, Catherine gave me it saying it was her favourite so I'm drinking it.

It's past three in the morning and the place is shutting soon, which isn't good I don't want to go home. I want to stay with Catherine.


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