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this is fun. I’m having fun.” I turned to Drake. “This place is great,” I said, standing back up swaying as I moved.
      “Yep, she’s definitely drunk, and lost her mind apparently.” Mellissa watched me like I was some kind of alien as I battled to stay steady on my feet.
      “Dance with me?” I asked Ressler, pulling him up by his hands.
      A heated argument seemed to be coming from Caleb’s direction and I looked over and saw the black haired guy was watching me with amusement in his cat like eyes. I couldn’t see Tamara; she was probably in the bathroom vomiting up her dinner or something. I hadn’t noticed her leave.
      Without any more encouragement needed, Ressler stood up and I threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close so our bodies were touching, and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. Loud shouting erupted from the card table and Caleb stood up knocking his chair backwards in the process, and swung a punch at the one with the black hair. He flew backwards landing on the floor, but then quickly stood up poised for a fight.
      Laughing he said, “What’s the matter? Can’t take a joke anymore pretty boy?” Caleb’s fists clenched once more and he dived forward landing another punch to the side of his face. The man staggered back but didn’t fall and connected his fist with Caleb’s stomach. Drake stood up jumping over the table and threw the other guy to the floor kicking him in his side.  
      “Fuck you Terry,” he snarled at his limp body. “Go and start your shit somewhere else.”
      I stood there frozen, unaware of at what point my arms became disconnected from around Ressler’s neck, but I knew they were now at my mouth as it hung open. Tamara emerged from the stairs and looked around at the chaos in confusion.
      “What…” she started to say, but stopped short as Caleb barged his way past her and over to me grabbing me by the arm.
      “Come on, I’m taking you home,” he ordered, leading me out of the bar. Ressler moved quickly stopping in front of us, pushing Caleb back.
      “I can take her home,” he said, annoyance hinged in his voice.
      “Sit down Ressler.” Caleb barely looked at him, dismissing him and shoved his hand away as he continued to walk around him. I looked back. Ressler stared after us obviously pissed but not pushing it any further.
      Tamara hurried over to us. “Caleb where are you going?” she asked almost frantically, looking down to where my hand rested in Caleb’s. Even drunk I could get satisfaction from the dreaded look on her face.
      “Drake, make sure Tamara gets home okay?”
    Drake nodded and returned to Mellissa’s side reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. She looked shaken.
      “Mellissa,” I slurred, falling into Caleb. She hurried over.
      “Just go with Caleb and call me as soon as you get home got it?” she said, stroking my hair.
    I smiled drunkenly. “But you don’t like him.” She smiled up at Caleb apologetically.
      “She’s just drunk,” she said looking embarrassed, but he didn’t look convinced.
      “He’ll get you home safe, I know that much.” She hugged me, then passed Caleb my cell and keys from her purse. I let Caleb guide me from the bar, his arm wrapped around my waist keeping me upright. When did I become so intoxicated? It all seemed to happen so quickly. One minute I’m having the time of my life, the next the world is starting to spin around me.  
    We stepped out into the night, the cold air sending tingles shooting all over my too warm body. I could stand out here all night it was so refreshing.
      “Come on,” Caleb said softly. I must have lingered too long. I dropped my head onto his chest and he helped me over to his truck. My hair fell like a curtain over my flushed face. I must have passed out from there, because the next thing I see, is my house. Caleb pulled into the driveway and came to help me out, taking me inside. I didn’t have a