nights.”
“Wait…this is like your first beer. Are you feeling buzzed?”
“I’m not sure what feeling buzzed feels like, but if it was what I was feeling awhile ago, then I’m fine now. I don’t feel that funny feeling, like you’re floating on clouds, anymore. I only drank half the bottle of piss water.”
“What?” Kayla laughed out loud. “You won’t be saying that after several rounds more.”
“That’s because I’d be too drunk to even notice.”
“Ha ha…let me at least walk you to my car.”
“I can drive her home,” said a male voice, handing Skylar her purse.
Where had he come from? Skylar wanted to ask if his date would mind, but thought twice. Since she didn’t know what to say, only that she needed to be polite, she said what first popped in her mind. “Oh, thanks.” She took her bag. “I can drive home…thank you.”
Skylar recalled how Mason didn’t hold her after the altercation with the drunk…his arms had remained rigidly down at his sides. Not that he should have embraced her, but he could have comforted her at least. A pat, a smile, or any little gesture would’ve been fine, but no. His body was so uptight it was as if she was the plague.
“You still smell like alcohol, and if a cop pulled you over, you would get arrested…unless you prefer to spend time in jail.”
Skylar wanted to sniff herself. Did she really smell like alcohol? Unsure, she looked at Kayla, but Kayla was too busy rummaging inside Skylar’s purse. She pulled out her car keys and handed them to Mason. “Skylar drove my car,” she explained. “Thanks, Mason. I feel much better knowing she’s in good hands.” Kayla turned, gave her cousin an encouraging smile, and strutted back into the club.
Since she hardly knew him, and the times she had been with him were weird and awkward, Skylar felt a bit uncomfortable. Walking behind him, she took two steps to every long stride he took. With a click of a button, he opened the passenger’s side door for her. It was the second nice thing he had done so far, but how did he know which car to unlock?
“Thanks,” Skylar said, sitting stiffly as he unexpectedly tried to pull the seatbelt strap, but found it was stuck. With one forceful yank, it finally budged. Letting out an irritated sigh, he reached over and wrapped the straps around her as he spoke. “Do you have a habit of dancing with strangers?”
Skylar paused, taken aback by his rude question. Glaring at the back of his head, she fired back just as she heard the “click” sound. “Do you have a habit of asking people what their habits are? Apparently, according to you, I have lots of habits. And my answer is yes.”
Locking her in, he looked right at her, face to face, lips to lips. She gasped. Though he was way too close for comfort, she enjoyed the closeness, yet at the same time was frightened by his angry eyes that pierced through hers. “Well, you shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. I should put you in a naughty corner.”
What did he mean by a naughty corner? “I’m not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
Startled by his tone and not wanting him to think she was the reckless type, she decided to tell him the truth. “No…my answer is no. I don’t have a habit of conversing with shirts, and I don’t have a habit of dancing with strangers, especially drunk ones. In fact, if you must know, this is my first time even drinking that awful piss water.”
“Piss water? First time, huh….” His face relaxed, his lips puckered. She could tell he was trying to hold in his laughter. “You must have enjoyed it somewhat. You sure showed it on the dance floor.”
“Do you have a habit of watching people dance?”
“Only the ones that demand attention.”
What was that suppose to mean? Embarrassed he had been watching her dance, she didn’t respond. Though she hated to admit it, he was right. As childish as it may seem, she was trying to get his attention.
“Lost your
“Wait…this is like your first beer. Are you feeling buzzed?”
“I’m not sure what feeling buzzed feels like, but if it was what I was feeling awhile ago, then I’m fine now. I don’t feel that funny feeling, like you’re floating on clouds, anymore. I only drank half the bottle of piss water.”
“What?” Kayla laughed out loud. “You won’t be saying that after several rounds more.”
“That’s because I’d be too drunk to even notice.”
“Ha ha…let me at least walk you to my car.”
“I can drive her home,” said a male voice, handing Skylar her purse.
Where had he come from? Skylar wanted to ask if his date would mind, but thought twice. Since she didn’t know what to say, only that she needed to be polite, she said what first popped in her mind. “Oh, thanks.” She took her bag. “I can drive home…thank you.”
Skylar recalled how Mason didn’t hold her after the altercation with the drunk…his arms had remained rigidly down at his sides. Not that he should have embraced her, but he could have comforted her at least. A pat, a smile, or any little gesture would’ve been fine, but no. His body was so uptight it was as if she was the plague.
“You still smell like alcohol, and if a cop pulled you over, you would get arrested…unless you prefer to spend time in jail.”
Skylar wanted to sniff herself. Did she really smell like alcohol? Unsure, she looked at Kayla, but Kayla was too busy rummaging inside Skylar’s purse. She pulled out her car keys and handed them to Mason. “Skylar drove my car,” she explained. “Thanks, Mason. I feel much better knowing she’s in good hands.” Kayla turned, gave her cousin an encouraging smile, and strutted back into the club.
Since she hardly knew him, and the times she had been with him were weird and awkward, Skylar felt a bit uncomfortable. Walking behind him, she took two steps to every long stride he took. With a click of a button, he opened the passenger’s side door for her. It was the second nice thing he had done so far, but how did he know which car to unlock?
“Thanks,” Skylar said, sitting stiffly as he unexpectedly tried to pull the seatbelt strap, but found it was stuck. With one forceful yank, it finally budged. Letting out an irritated sigh, he reached over and wrapped the straps around her as he spoke. “Do you have a habit of dancing with strangers?”
Skylar paused, taken aback by his rude question. Glaring at the back of his head, she fired back just as she heard the “click” sound. “Do you have a habit of asking people what their habits are? Apparently, according to you, I have lots of habits. And my answer is yes.”
Locking her in, he looked right at her, face to face, lips to lips. She gasped. Though he was way too close for comfort, she enjoyed the closeness, yet at the same time was frightened by his angry eyes that pierced through hers. “Well, you shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. I should put you in a naughty corner.”
What did he mean by a naughty corner? “I’m not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
Startled by his tone and not wanting him to think she was the reckless type, she decided to tell him the truth. “No…my answer is no. I don’t have a habit of conversing with shirts, and I don’t have a habit of dancing with strangers, especially drunk ones. In fact, if you must know, this is my first time even drinking that awful piss water.”
“Piss water? First time, huh….” His face relaxed, his lips puckered. She could tell he was trying to hold in his laughter. “You must have enjoyed it somewhat. You sure showed it on the dance floor.”
“Do you have a habit of watching people dance?”
“Only the ones that demand attention.”
What was that suppose to mean? Embarrassed he had been watching her dance, she didn’t respond. Though she hated to admit it, he was right. As childish as it may seem, she was trying to get his attention.
“Lost your
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