Prompt: Do you want fries with that?
January
"This really isn't my kind of thing," Nadine Crowell murmured, smoothing her hands over the front of her black, button down sweater.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly at the timid blonde, almost feeling sorry for the poor girl. The girls were going to make an example out of her, ensuring that at least by midnight, this would definitely be her thing.
"Don't worry," she said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "The girls are a lot of fun. You think they're characters at the hospital? Just wait till they get a few shots of tequila in their system."
"Tequila?" she asked, making a pained face.
"It goes down easy," Elizabeth replied, spinning towards the bar, and waving Coleman down. "Two shots of your best Tequila, sir."
"The best?' he asked, pulling a bottle of Patron from the shelf behind the bar. "Goes down like water."
"Perfect," she replied, slapping a twenty down on the bar. "This will be smooth, Nadine. We'll save the harsh stuff and Tequila Trinity for later."
"Tequila Trinity," the blonde echoed, tugging nervously at the end of her ponytail, as she wrapped her palm around the tiny shot glass.
"Lick it, Slam it, Suck it," Elizabeth filled in, lifting her glass in the air. "It makes it go down easy, but with Tequila this good-" She paused, looking at the few bills she had left over for change. "Not to mention the fact that it costs a bundle, you don't need the additives."
She gave the newest nurse to the staff at General Hospital a big grin, before expertly placing the glass against her own plump lips, and sucking the liquid dry. It ran down the back of her throat, forcing a warming sensation throughout her chest that caused her to shiver.
"I wish I could say I miss that feeling," Elizabeth said with a laugh, lowering her glass to the bar, as she noticed the man leaning against the doorway on the other side of the bar.
It was New Year's Eve all over again.
Nadine must have picked up on the shift in the air, glancing over her shoulder at the tall, blonde, leather jacket clothed man who was slowly making his way toward the pool tables. "You know him?" she asked, shifting her naïve, blue eyes back to her fellow nurse.
"We're acquaintances of sorts," Elizabeth answered coyly, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, as she contemplated what to do next.
She watched him shrug off his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair, then turn back to the table and begin to rack the balls. He was doing his best to not look at her, but failed miserably, his cerulean eyes inching towards her more and more as he tried to look away.
"Well," she said to Nadine, reaching for her shot. "Seeing as you're not going to take this anytime soon, and I paid seven dollars for it, would you mind-"
"No, please," Nadine interrupted, sliding the glass towards her, watching sheepishly as the brunette threw back the shot as if it were nothing.
"Wish me luck," Elizabeth winked, adjusting her snug jeans over her hips, as she tossed her chocolate curls over her shoulder and headed for the back of the bar.
"I need details, Em," Kelly cried, shutting her car door, and waiting impatiently for her friend to slide out of the passenger's seat.
"You want me to say something creepy about how our hands grazed while we were knuckle deep in someone's brain," Emily said disgustedly, tightening her peacoat around her waist, as they headed for the entrance of Jake's.
"God, that just sounds so hot," she replied, laughing loudly, as she shook her head. "I really do need to get laid. I don't think the people in group understand this."
"Oh, I'm sure they do," Emily teased, tugging the door open. "You all need to get laid, but too bad you can't do it wisely."
"I tried," she pouted, following her friend inside the dark hallway. "I just didn't know when enough was enough…And God, do you know what it's like to be in a room with a group of fifteen sexually frustrated people?"
Her friend rolled her eyes, as they headed towards the front of the bar. "Do you guys undress one another with your eyes?" she teased, giving Nadine a polite wave as they headed towards her. "Think about all the lewd things-"
"Thank God none of them are that attractive," she interrupted, sliding her coat off her shoulders, and taking the stool previously occupied by Elizabeth. "Nurse Crowell, I hope you're ready for your initiation."
She laughed shyly, drumming her slender fingers against the edge of the bar. "I'm afraid I won't do so well at keeping up," she admitted, staring at the two empty shot glasses. "Though Elizabeth appears to be a pro."
"Where is that little Tequila shooter?" Emily asked, shrugging her coat off, and waving Coleman over.
"She's off flirting with Mr. Mysterious at the back of the bar," Nadine replied, nodding her head towards the back of the bar.
"Leather Jacket Man!" Kelly cried, clapping her hands. "Coleman, we need two rounds pronto! Our Lizzie is a budding…"
"Slut," Emily finished, taking the bottle from the bartender and sliding him a fifty. It was no secret that they did their best to keep the pervert away, unless of course he was pouring free drinks.
"Oh, isn't that a little harsh," Nadine muttered, frowning as she took a shot glass from Kelly.
"No, it's a good thing," Emily said enthusiastically, licking the skin between her thumb and forefinger, before pouring salt onto her hand. "She used to be so uptight-"
"That she never looked at another man," Kelly jumped in, taking the salt shaker from her friend. "But I suppose that's what happens when you're engaged to a Prince."
"A prince?" Nadine asked, taking the salt shaker as it was passed, doing her best to mimic the other women's actions.
"Prince Nikolas Cassidine," Emily answered, taking a slice of lime, and shoving the dish on down the line. "Of some Greek place or something."
"The ring was the biggest I ever saw," Kelly continued, holding a lime wedge out to the blonde. "Lainey has it in a shoebox in her office. Ask her to show it to you sometime."
"In a shoebox?" the blonde asked, looking between the salt on her hand, the lime wedge, and the shot.
"Yeah, along with my planner," Emily griped, licking her hand, sucking back the shot, and biting the lime.
"And my condoms," Kelly added, following her friend's actions.
"Condoms?" the blonde asked, taking a deep breath, before jumping in head first. She grimaced, holding her hand over her mouth, as the shot ran down her throat.
"Just breathe honey," Kelly said, smacking her on the back. "They'll get easier, I promise."
She nodded, her mouth twisted in disgust. "Condoms?" she choked out again.
Kelly nodded glumly, taking the bottle, and refilling the glasses. "I'm a recovering sex addict, so the therapist in Lainey decided she had to take my condoms," she said seriously, sliding the glass back to the blonde. "Just in case I was tempted."
"But you could still have sex without condoms," Nadine pointed out, eyeing the second shot suspiciously.
"Not with anyone in this town," Emily scoffed, shaking her head, as she divvied out lime wedges.
"Too true," Kelly agreed, holding her shot glass in the air. "To sex with condoms."
Nadine laughed, her eyes widening, as she stared at her coworkers. "To sex with condoms," she murmured, tinkling her glass with theirs.
"You play?" he asked, his voice low and husky, as Elizabeth pressed her hip against the edge of the pool table.
"If I say I don't, are you going to give me a lesson?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him, taking the cue ball in the palm of her hand.
"If you want a lesson all you have to do is ask," he replied, coming around the table towards her, his hand plucking the ball from her hand. "But something tells me you know how to play the game."
"I may know a thing or two," she said coyly, leaning forward and wrapping her fingers around the stick, and tugging it out of his hand. "I break."
For a second, Elizabeth thought he was aggravated with her blatant flirtation, but he just waved a hand towards the pool table. "Take your best shot."
"I plan on it," she said, poking him gently in the chest, before stepping past him. She shimmied her hips, as she made her way to the other end of the pool table, well aware at where his eyes laid.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you knew how to play well," he mused, taking a stance opposite from her, his hands planted firmly on the edge of the table. "I've seen you in here from time to time with that boy toy of yours. Prince what's his name?"
She scratched, the edge of the stick digging into the green fabric, the cue ball bouncing hard over the side of the table. How in the hell did he know about Nikolas?
"Lemme guess…You two have a fight?" he asked, flashing her a smug grin, as he rounded the table to pick up the cue ball. "And now, you're out to make him jealous?"
Straightening up, she tugged at the hem of her shirt, suddenly feel exposed. Had she been holding a drink in her hand, she wouldn't have hesitated to toss it in his face, simply because she didn't like his tone.
"Did you tell him how you spent your New Year's?" he pressed, dropping the cue ball on the table.
"Nikolas and I are no longer together," she said, eyeing him suspiciously as he walked over to the table with his beer on it. "So to answer your question, I'm not out to make anyone jealous."
"Really?" he asked, taking a long sip of his beer. "Cause he was in here asking about you the next day, like there was something he deserved to know."
"I see," she replied, folding her arms over her chest, as she let his words sink in.
She had no idea who the hell Nikolas Cassidine thought he was to be keeping tabs on her, but she sure as hell was going to do her best to give him something worth knowing.
"I didn't mean to upset you," he said, after a few minutes of silence.
"No, you just thought you'd be an asshole," she replied, shifting her eyes to his. "So what if I'm out to make him jealous? How would that even concern you?"
"When you're putting your lips on mine, it concerns me," he said, cocking his head and staring down at her.
"I'm a free woman," she replied, plucking his beer out of his hand, and taking a big gulp. "I can put my mouth wherever I want to, and you should be so lucky that I even considered putting it against yours."
"After a bottle of tequila, I don't think it matters whose lips you're touching, just as long as you've got a pair that feels nice," he pointed out, jerking the beer back from her hand. "And don't touch my beer."
"He's killed people for less," came a gruff voice behind her, and she turned around to see a shorter man in a suit.
She laughed, rolling her eyes, as she turned back to her new friend. "Well, leather jacket man," she purred with a wink, plucking the bottle from his hand again. "I s'pose I'll just have to take my chances."
"Lick it," Nadine said, with a curt nod, her tongue snaking out against the side of her hand.
"Sounds dirty, girl!" Kelly cried, slapping the bar, as she slid a shot glass her way.
"Slam it," the blonde slurred, lifting her glass in the air. "And I think my personal favorite-"
"Suck it!" Emily shouted, pumping her fist in the air. "I think that's my favorite too."
"Now ladies, I hope you're talking about shots," Coleman muttered, giving them a devious grin.
"I know I am," Kelly replied, placing a hand innocently on her chest. "Heaven knows I can't suck anything for a while."
"And don't you dare reply, Coleman!" Elizabeth shouted, holding her hand up at him, as she came up behind her friends.
"Slut!" Emily said, leaning over and smacking her best friend in the back of the head.
"I am nothing of the sort," she replied, rubbing her palm over the place where she'd just been hit.
"Oh, right," Nadine muttered, shaking a finger at her. "Like you and Leather Jacket Man were just back there playing balls."
"Balls," Kelly murmured, holding a hand to her face. "I swear, you ladies make everything an innuendo."
"And you didn't tell me about the Prince!" Nadine sighed, as if the idea of it all was very romantic.
"Speaking of that Prince," the brunette griped, sliding onto a stool beside her best friend. "He really pisses me off."
She leaned over, jerking the bottle of tequila away from Emily, bringing the bottle straight to her lips. "That son of a bitch," she hissed, slamming the bottle down on the bar, as she glanced over her shoulder to where Leather Jacket Man was now playing pool with his friend that had so rudely interrupted their game.
"Told you she wasn't over it," Kelly said, dancing in her seat, as if it was something to be happy about.
"No, I'm over it," she replied, narrowing her eyes in the direction of a particular blue eyed man. "Especially considering he's been keeping tabs on me."
"What?" Emily asked, slowly pulling the bottle of tequila away from her.
"Oh yes, Mr. Leather Jacket Man over there told me he was asking about me after New Year's," she replied, holding up a shot glass for Emily to fill. She tossed it back without so much as a giving a thought to the protocol. "Mr. Cassidine wants something to keep tabs on, I'll give him something."
"You are so not over it," Kelly muttered, clucking her tongue.
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at her friend, as if challenging her statement. "Honey, I'm so over it that tonight, I'm going to burn this bar to the ground."
"I am a grown woman for God's sakes," Elizabeth cried, slamming her empty shot glass down on the bar. "I can damn well do what I want, when I want, and that damn Prince Cassidine can't say a fucking thing about it."
"Oh, now she's really mad," Kelly muttered, nudging the tiny blonde so hard, she nearly knocked her off her stool. "Elizabeth Webber never curses."
"Unless she's upset," Emily chimed in, placing a hand on her friends shoulder. "And she is definitely upset tonight."
"No, I'm pissed," she said, glaring at her friends. "This is exactly why I refused to marry the damn fool. We aren't even together and he's still not taking no for an answer."
"He's a Prince," Kelly reminded her, a heavy frown on her face. "Princes get what they want."
"Well, I was going to be a Princess," Elizabeth pointed out, throwing her hand up in the air. "What about what I wanted?"
"Oh, God. Now she's going Diva on us," Emily teased, pouring another round of shots that no one touched.
They were all far too sloshed to bother with even one more shot.
"I'm just sayin'," she snapped defensively. "I mean, he gets-well, he got what he wanted when he wanted it. What about what I want?"
"And what do you want, Elizabeth Webber?" Nadine asked, placing a hand on her hip. "Cause we're damn well going to make sure you get it."
Kelly nodded in agreement. "She was close to being a Princess after all."
"I think Lizzie wants Leather Jacket Man," Emily muttered under her breath. "But something tells me he's not having it."
"Oh, no, because he thinks I'm trying to use him to make Nikolas jealous," growled the brunette, as she teetered back and forth on her stool. "If I wanted to make Prince Stupid jealous, I'd do a hell of a lot more than kiss Leather Jacket Man."
"Did you tell him you were almost a Princess?" Kelly asked curiously, as if that made all the difference. "I mean, who wants to pass up a chance to bang a Princess?"
"Exactly," Elizabeth said, smacking the bar. "I'm like…"
"Really hot," offered her best friend, but the brunette just shook her head. "Really fucking hot?"
"Totally doable?" tossed out the sex addict, and still the brunette wasn't pleased.
"The kind of woman that has every man in the bar fantasizing," the once timid blonde spoke up, and Elizabeth just shook her head.
"No, it's more like…You know when you have something you want?" she asked slowly, the drunken wheels slowly turning in her head. "Like you have a piece of pie? And then you add the ice cream?"
"You're the ice cream!" Kelly exclaimed clapping her hands. "And please tell me, the Prince is eating it off of you because that is one hot-"
"No, he's not eating anything off of me-"
"Cause you want the Leather Jacket to eat it off you," Emily interrupted, giving her friend a knowing look that caused her to scowl.
"Well, kind of, maybe," Elizabeth said, holding up a finger. "But that's not what I mean. I'm like-"
"A really good side dish," Kelly cut in, staring at her while she pondered the possibility. "The surprise recipe that everyone should worship."
"The secret spice!" Nadine exclaimed, her eyes lighting up, any chance of remaining the modest friend long gone. "Sounds dirty."
"Or even better, a really good entrée," Emily supplied, taking off with the food analogies like the rest of her friends.
"Yeah, who needs the potato when you've already got the steak," Kelly said, poking Elizabeth in the arm.
"Or fries when you've got a big, juicy burger," Nadine joined in, and Elizabeth wasn't even sure if there was a point to what she was trying to say anymore.
"But sometimes that's the best part," Emily pointed out seriously, clutching the bottle of tequila in her lap.
"Or maybe you're the burger, and Leather Jacket is the fries, and you two can have a hella good time eating-"
"Enough with the food guys," Elizabeth cried, managing to get off her barstool without falling. "This just went really…weird."
"Like you wouldn't eat something off Leather Jacket if he asked you too?" Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow at her friend. "Cause Jesus, the Virgin Mary, and Joseph know Dr. Lee wouldn't mind using him as a buffet-"
"He doesn't want me to use him as a buffet!" the brunette shouted, sounding more angry than she meant to.
She was starting to wonder who she was more upset with; Leather Jacket or her former fiancé. There was also Leather Jacket's friend who had so rudely stepped into their game of pool, muttering something about work first, and Leather Jacket getting laid second.
Of course, then she'd been forced to remind Leather Jacket he wasn't getting a damn thing from her, after which she stomped away with what little pride she still had left.
"Wait," Elizabeth muttered suddenly, leaning against the bar. "Am I the main entrée or a side dish? And which is better?"
"Robin and Lainey are going to be really sorry that they missed this," Emily sighed, laughing hysterically as she did her best to stand up straight.
"Are you sure we shouldn't stop her?" Kelly asked seriously, frowning at the sight that was taking place in front of them.
"Of course not," Nadine said, nudging her newfound friend. "If anything, you should take pictures for your friends that aren't here."
"Is this where she's gonna burn the bar down?" Emily asked curiously, watching Elizabeth slowly move to a standing position on the pool table she'd crawled onto.
It wasn't just any pool table, but the one being used by Leather Jacket and company.
They didn't have the chance to sort out whether Elizabeth was the steak or the fries, before Leather Jacket's bizarre little friend appeared at their side, asking the ladies to buy a beer for his friend on his birthday. Not that his friend, who so dotingly referred to as Stone Cold, needed a woman to buy him a beer. He just figured it would be a nice gesture seeing as Stone Cold didn't do so well with the lady types.
Imagine Elizabeth Webber's surprise when she learned that Stone Cold was also Leather Jacket, and that he could have had him a fine lady type, had he not been so busy turning her away.
"Well, well, well," Elizabeth mused, holding one arm out to the side, the other wrapped around the light that was suspended from the ceiling. "A little birdie told me it was someone's birthday."
Her friends were sure she was going to hit the floor at any second, taking the light, and half the pool table with her.
Leather Jacket sighed heavily, scratching a hand over his forehead, as he stared uncomfortably at Elizabeth who was parading herself up and down the pool table.
"Don't worry, honey. I'm not gonna go all Marilyn on you," she said, winking at him. "Unless you like that sort of thing."
"Oh, I couldn't have dreamed this up on my best night," Kelly muttered, laughing against Emily's shoulder.
"What would Prince Cassidine think of her now?" Nadine asked, loud enough for Elizabeth to hear her words.
"Too bad I'm sooooo over it!" Elizabeth sang out, waving a hand at her friends, as she shook her ass and spun around in a circle.
Leather Jacket's creepy friend who had approached them at the bar, stared at her with wide eyes, as if he'd never seen a woman before. His other friend, a well dressed man in a suit, hooped and hollered until Leather Jacket leaned over and punched him in the arm.
"Too bad you won't let me wish you a happy birthday!" she shouted, leaning over and pointing at Leather Jacket, looking rather pleased with herself when a slow smile crept across the man's face. "Oh, he has emotions, ladies!"
"Okay, I'm calling dibs on the one in the suit," Kelly muttered, rolling her eyes, as Elizabeth continued to dance around in a circle to the Bon Jovi song that boomed over the jukebox.
"You're in rehab," Emily reminded her, as she eyed the creepy friend suspiciously.
"Fine, you screw him, but tell me all about it," she replied, bumping her with her shoulder. She turned to Nadine, making a sad face. "Looks like you're stuck with the weirdo…Or Coleman."
The blonde eyed the kid in the mismatched clothes and skullcap. "He looks kind of sweet."
"Yeah, in that where is my penis and what do I do with it kind of way," Kelly murmured, a spark suddenly going off in her head. "Which means you can teach him everything he needs to know…Nurse Crowell, you just may be as dirty as the rest of us!"
"So, birthday boy!" Elizabeth shouted, rocking her hips from side to side, a loopy grin on her face. "One question for ya!"
"What's that?" his friend in the suit called out, his eyes roaming up and down the brunettes body.
"Well, he's definitely interested in taking her home," Kelly said, almost sounding sad about it.
"At least someone will end up with him," Emily joked, throwing her arm over her friends shoulder.
"Yeah, but Lizzie won't share details like you will," she whined, causing her to laugh.
Elizabeth stumbled towards the edge of the table, her heel catching on the felt, and her knees gave out causing her body to tumble forward. Everyone surrounding the pool table winced and gasped, imagining the horrors that would come when her head slammed against the bar floor.
Thankfully, Leather Jacket Man was up before anyone could process just what was going on, his arms wrapping around the tiny brunette as he carefully lowered her to the floor.
"I am drunk," she said, throwing back her head as she laughed. "And you don't like me."
"Give me my five bucks," the suit hissed, nudging the creepy friend. "I told you she was gonna fall."
He pulled at his hat, then reluctantly slipped a wad of money from his pocket. "You're a cheat, Junior. A dirty cheat."
"I didn't make her fall, nerd," he replied, grinning as he wrapped his hand around the five bucks.
"What do you think you're doing?" Emily cried, stepping forward, her hands on her hips. "You can't take bets on my drunk friend."
"Like hell I can't," he replied, giving her a once over, that normally would have made a woman like Emily Quartermaine blush.
"As her friends, we expect compensation," spoke up Nadine, reaching around Emily, to snatch the five bucks from the suit's hands.
"And what do you think you're doing sweetheart?" he growled, staring at his empty hand.
"Letting you buy us a drink," Kelly answered, giving him a wink. "But we're gonna need another five to go along with this one."
The corner of his mouth twitched, and the ladies knew they had him. "What are you drinking?" he asked, sweeping his eyes over the three of them. "Not that you need anymore of it."
"You don't get to tell us when to stop," Nadine said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Baby, I wouldn't dream of it," he replied, stepping forward, and grazing her cheek with one of his fingers. "If anything, I'm going to do my damnedest to out drink you all."
"Oh, a man after our own hearts!" Kelly exclaimed, shooting Nadine a look to remind the blonde just who the suit belonged to.
"Johnny O'Brien at your service," he said, extending a hand, and giving her a flirtatious smile. "A connoisseur of all women."
"Kelly Lee, OBGYN," she replied, shaking his head, taking note of his very firm grip. "This is Emily Quartermaine. She's still trying to figure out her specialty. And lovely nurse Nadine, who may have a soft spot for your nerdy friend."
"Spinelli?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at them. "Yeah, he's, uh, special."
"And that's Elizabeth," Kelly continued the introductions, pointing at their friend, who had her arm slipped around Leather Jacket's neck and was whispering something she hoped was very dirty in his ear. "She's just very, very drunk."
"Really?" O'Brien asked, motioning them towards the bar. "I was hoping she danced on pool tables and shook her ass on a daily basis."
"Leather Jacket like that kind of woman?" Emily asked curiously, falling into step with her friends.
"Nah, Jason's a love 'em and leave 'em kind of man," he replied, tossing a hundred down on the bar, and calling out for Coleman to take care of his women.
"Jason?" Kelly asked, nodding as she repeated the name to herself. "So Leather Jacket has a name."
He cracked a smile, handing out shots to the girls. "Most people do, sweetheart."
"You don't look very happy considering it's your birthday," Elizabeth muttered, managing to slide onto the pool table and scoot back to where her legs where swinging over the side.
"Never really understood the point of them," he replied, shrugging as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am I annoying you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and staring up at him. "Cause you act like there's something else you'd rather be doing."
"No, it's O'Brien," he replied, taking a sip of his beer, and watching their friends doing shots at the bar. "Can't really trust him with women."
"They can take care of themselves," she said, reaching out and pulling his beer from his hand.
"Just like you can?" he asked, doing his best not to let his gaze linger on the way her lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle.
"I am-" she said dramatically, placing a hand flat against her chest. "Burning this bar down tonight."
"Is that what that was?" he asked, smiling faintly.
"Until I stumbled," she replied, setting the beer bottle down beside her, then leaning back on her palms. "Stupid heels. Never could walk in them."
"Well, it's good you're not gonna be a princess then," he pointed out, placing his own hands on either side of her legs and leaning over her.
"I mentioned that, huh?" she asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"A little birdie told me," he teased, slowly reaching for the beer bottle, but she caught him and pulled it away before he could take it.
"You don't work for this birdie do you?" she asked, reluctantly bringing up the topic of her ex-fiancé.
He shook his head.
"Not a fan of the Prince?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Would that work as some sort of revenge tactic?" he asked bluntly, to which her mouth dropped open.
"I'm merely trying to burn a bar down," she replied, rolling her eyes. "And trying to make sure that the burning isn't reported on."
He nodded slowly, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of Nikolas Cassidine. "So, uh, I have to ask," he murmured, narrowing his eyes at hers. "What was the question you wanted to ask me before your fall from grace?"
"Oh, that," she said, chewing her lip, as she pulled herself to a sitting position. She reached out and ran a finger across his chest. "It's fairly simple."
"Kay," he muttered, following her hand as it made his way around his neck, her fingers settling gently at the nape.
"You had your birthday kiss yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, a playful grin on her plump lips.
He laughed softly to himself, sliding his palms against the edge of the table, so that his thumbs were grazing her thighs. "I wasn't aware that those came with birthdays," he whispered, tilting his head forward, so that his lips were almost touching hers.
"How old are you?" she asked softly, running her thumb over his bottom lip. "Cause something tells me we've got a lot of time to make up for."
"Then I suppose we better start catching up," he replied, cupping her cheek with rough palm, and slowly drawing her lips to his.
Just as he was about to take her lips in his, Elizabeth gasped, the room suddenly tilting on it's side. Before she knew what was happening, she'd pushed him away and her head was between her legs. The last thing she remembered was the rush of tequila coming up the way it'd gone down, only to find a place on his dirty motorcycle boots.