The First

"Damn, Brian, this girl can really put them away." Johnny says, as we both raise another shot. "I like her." Johnny smiles, and takes his shot.

I lost count of how many shots we had. Five? Six? Twelve? Who the fuck knows! I'm having fun. It feels like forever since I've been able to let loose.

"Another?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at Johnny. He smirks. I feel Brian rest a hand on my shoulder.

"Maybe you should take a quick break. We can go dance again?" He half suggests, half asks.

"Sssssssure." I say, drawing out the word, then laughing at how stupid it sounded coming from my lips. Johnny shakes his head at us, and orders a drink, as Brian leads me back out to the dance floor.

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"Allison?" Brian taps my shoulder, and I lazily turn my head back to him, still swaying to the music. His hands are on my hips, his body pressed against my back. "Do you want to go?" He asks, looking down at me.

"There's always the bathroom." I wink at him. My head feels like its spinning, a mixture of lots of liquor and loud music. I watch his face, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

"You're drunk." He says, pulling away from me. My smile disappears. "What I meant was do you want me to take you home?"

"I don't want to go home." I have no home. I can't tell him this, though.

"You've had a lot to drink. I thought you might want to rest for the night." He pulls one hand from my hip to run it through his hair, he seems nervous.

"Who are you to tell me when I've had a lot to drink?" I feel a surge of anger course through me. I head to the bar, but I feel Brian's strong arms wrap around me, as I'm making my way through the crowd. One arm loops around my back, the other around my legs, as he lifts me to his chest, carrying me out of the club.

When we reach the end of the block, far enough away from the club, he gently sets me back on my feet. Suddenly, I'm not feeling as confident as I was only moments before, when we were on the dance floor. My legs feel like jello beneath me, and I stumble. Just as I'm about to topple over, I feel Brian's arms wrap around me again, this time around my waist, holding me upright. I look up to meet his eyes. I want so bad to kiss him right now. I can feel his pulse against my chest, as he holds me close to him.

"Are you going to be okay?" He says, but I can't think. I'm only focused on one thing. The familiar whiskey on his breath, taking me under.

Notes

Short and sweet! Enjoy!
Thanks for reading!

- J