“You're a spicy...spicy Californian guy” she mumbled, trying to look back at me but she couldn't walk in a straight line without looking forward, so she could only glimpse at me. I nodded even though she wasn't watching. I didn't know what to do about her. Did she think this was going to be a something? A make out? A one night stand? Or was she genuinely interested in introducing me to her friend Andy. I didn't know, but regardless I didn't want to accidentally lead her on.

We were headed back towards the toilets. I looked over to my right at the men's door, but she kept staggering over to the women's.

“Anndyyyyyy” she called in a whiny voice. Suddenly a mixed raced girl with a deep red pixie cut was throwing her arms around the girl's neck.

“Stella, don't wander off, girl!” she scolded, but she was smiling.

Stella smiled and hugged her back. “Andy, Andy” she introduced us.

I didn't know what to do in this situation. I just smiled at them both, and shoved my hands in my front pockets. So, Stella, was it? Hm. Someone else came up to them then. A guy grabbed Andy, the female Andy that is, and leaned down to talk to both of the girls. I decided to slip away then. And I headed straight back to the bar.

I ordered a double vodka and coke and sat on a stool, facing away from the crowd and staring into my drink. It was no use trying to decipher what I was feeling or why I was feeling it any more. If I wasn't sulking, I was angry. If I wasn't angry, I was moaning. I took a big gulp of my drink. Fuck. I'm tired of feeling like this, but I honestly don't know what to do about it. I don't know how to get out of this rut. How can I get Juliet out of my system?

And then it hit me. I spun around on my stool and scanned the crowd. To get Juliet out of my system, I'll get another girl in my system. Damn, no wonder I was grouchy. I need to get laid. I have needs. I've been denying myself of the natural pleasures in life. I shouldn't be punishing myself, if anyone should be feeling low it should be Juliet. I don't deserve it. But that's not likely. She probably ran off to Paris and is doing it with some French dude. Maybe it was the drink, but it felt like my mind was unclouded and I could see clearly; and I'd be damned if I would carry on feeling sorry for myself. I have to find Ashley.

First I ordered a shot, to give me the buzz I needed to get off my stool and do this. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat and I stumbled off my seat, heading to the dance floor. I looked to my boots as they moved one in front of the other, then squinted my eyes as I looked up to the blinding multi coloured lights. Damn it, Ashley. I feel like I'm just walking in circles. I walk through the crowd a few times, wondering where he's gone, and then I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, man!” Ashley cries. He grins at me, a girl on his arm. “I'll be back, alright?”

He winks at me and gives me 'you know' kind of nod with a smirk, and leads the girl away. I'm left alone again, people bumping in to me as they dance, and I kind of let the crowd guide me across the floor. I turn around as yet another person bumps in to me, and suddenly I'm face to face with a girl and she's holding my head, squeezing my cheeks with her hand, making my lips pucker out.

“You don't look so glum any more” she slowly smiles, after inspecting my face. Then she looks straight into my eyes. “You looked a lil tipsy” she giggles.

This time I have more alcohol in my system to not feel awkward, or glum as she puts it, and I laugh too. “Stella.”

“Oh, you know my name!” she says with glee, is the only way I can describe it. Her fingers are still lingering on my cheek, so I cover her hand with mine and I go in. I lean down and kiss her and she responds quickly, thank God. I don't think I'd react well to a rejection. She grips my jaw and reaches her other hand up to my shoulder. I get a good hold on her waist, pulling on her white dress, pulling her closer to me and holding her flush against my body, and then she wraps her arms around my neck. This is good. Something new. I deserve something good and new.

So we carry on. We carry on making out and move away from the dance floor and carry on making out some more. And then I pull out my phone and call a cab while she pecks at my neck and twirls a piece of my hair round her finger as she does so. And then I'm smiling against her lips because as soon as I'm off the phone she's kissing me again. I smile at her enthusiasm. And it doesn't go unnoticed. I'm just as eager, pressing her up against a wall, placing my hands on either side of her head while she digs her fingers into my hips. We take a break just for a little while, puffy lips and panting breaths, to get a quick last drink before we leave. We don't say a lot, just smirk at each other, watch each other, sipping from our glasses until I get a call from the cab guy telling me he's outside. Then we finish our drinks, I kiss her quickly and briefly and she follows me out to the cab.

She tries to compliment my place as we stumble through the front door, but she slurs her words and she's not concentrating enough to form a coherent sentence. She was drunk before I even arrived at the club so she's much farther gone than me. I can definitely pick up on the British accent now, and it just turns me on.

“Talk English to me” I laugh.

“Oh bloody 'ell governor” she replies seriously in an old cockney accent, pushing me backwards on to my bed and crawling over me. She straddles me and run her nails down my torso, wiping the smile off of my face. She bunches up my shirt in her fists at the bottom and I hastily begin to unbutton enough buttons so she can pull it over my head. Her dress is hiked up to her hips so I can easily rest my hands on her upper thighs, grazing her skin with my fingers. She leans forward and presses her body against mine, leaving no gaps and then it's a blur, and I find myself laying naked, sheet laying across my hips, Stella beside me on her side facing me.

Well, damn.

I sent a quick text to Ashley while we laid there in silent, lost in our own thoughts. Then I heard her sigh contently and she rolled on to her back. I turned my head to look at her and she turned her head to look at me.

“Andy, was it?”

I smiled to myself. “Yeah. Stella?”

“You got it” she breathed and looked back up to the ceiling. “That was fun.”

“You don't have to try and make conversation about it, if you don't want to” I hummed.

“Why wouldn't I want to?” she pauses and looks at me again, smiling, a gleam in her eye. “Let's go over it detail by detail.”

“You're kidding” I laugh. I was actually feeling pretty cheery. For the first time in a while. I don't know how I'll feel later, or tomorrow, or a week from now. If the universe loves me, I'll feel like this forever. But I doubt it. Reality will hit me again soon.

“I'm not” she says, turning her body back on to her side. “Was it good?”

I laugh. “Yeah”

“Was I good?”

Another chuckle. “Definitely.”

“I knew it” she murmurs, and my smile just gets bigger. I sneak a glance at her and she's smiling to herself, satisfied. This girl just makes me feel good.

“Well, I better go” she finally says, stretching with one arm as she sits up, the other arm holding up the sheet to her chest.

Wait, what?

“Oh, right” I sound kind of disheartened, so she stops and looks at me.

“I kind of left my friends at the club. You know, Derek, Andrea-”

“Andrea? As in, Andi?” This makes a lot of sense.

“Yeah,” she chuckles to herself, remembering the Andy/Andi thing. “They'll probably be wondering where I am.”

I take this in to consideration. “Why did you come with me?” This was out of the blue. She gave her friends no warning. I was just a stranger.

“Because you kissed me,” she said with a shrug. She stopped, closing her eyes, smiling as she shook her head with a scoff. “That makes me sound like such a slut” she laughs. “I just mean, we were caught up in the moment, you know? I wasn't going to stop and ponder the meaning of life when a hot guy is pushing me against a wall. Like, as if there aren't loads of girls in that club tonight looking for a random bed to fall into. This wasn't intentional but, hey, it happened.”

I sighed positively and closed my eyes. I didn't know how to reply. I don't think a reply was needed. I thought about her words. Her attitude.

I don't want her to go.

“I'll come back with you. My friend is there too,” I said sitting up. Assuming Ashley has returned to the club by now. He hasn't answered my text yet.

“Are you sure? You don't have to. I can see myself out, too.”

“Of course.”

“Well,” she checks her watch. “The night is still young” she grins another mischievous grin.

Notes

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