If I've ever met you
Heated
,,I see. And what is your type?,,
<< Well, that is a secret you'll have to figure out on your own.,,
Jared brought a bottle of whiskey and another beer. Andy looked at him with disgust and told him not to bother us until he calls. Jared looked rather displeased but nodded and left.
,,You know that you don't have to be so rude to him just because he is a waiter.,,
,,I'm only trying to minimalise interaction with people that don't rise at my level of interest in a way or another. It is not because of his job as a waiter. it is a very respectable one. It is because of his basic featuers. No spark of originality.,,
,,It so sad that you see the world in this way.,,
,,Why does it bother you anyway? You caught my attention.,,
,,Shall I feel like I got lucky?..
,,You make it sound so bad.,,
,,It is bad. You souldn't treat people in this way wheather they are individuals or plain. It's just unfair.,,
,,Unfair or not, this is how I am. It is a perception even if I am wrong or right. If you dont like it you may take your leave.,,
,,Oh, Gosh, I am so wasting my time right now. But this is my table so I wont leave. On the other hand, you are more than welcomed to go.,
,,I don't feel like moving.,,
,,Looks like we have a problem then.,,
I was angry. I started drinking heavily. Who the hell he thought he was? Some philosoph? The conversation died but his hand was clunched on the glass which was always reffiled. I was at my fifth beer when my vision started to go blurry. Music gt louder, bodies were crawling on the dance floor, dazzling lights. My senses were overwhelmed. Andy was smirking at me, probably noticing my situation. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. The other went up to my chin. He leaned closer, his body was heated, his breath was pure alcohol. Why was I even doing that? Don't know. He laughed and stood up, taking my hand. Dragged on the dance floor again. Great. Andy kept me close, his hands running on my back and waist. I brought out my wild side, dancing almost like a slut. My hand were tangled in my hair, shuffling it, my body pushing into his. I felt every little bit of him. His arms were strong, his chest was firm, his pale skin shined in the dark. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. All the dancing made me hot. It was like he read my mind. He grabbed my hands and lead me outside through the back of the pub. OOnly that there was no patience left. He pushed me onto the wall and kissed me, steamy exchange of passion fueled by anger and alcohol. His hand were running on my body, searching for more, exploring every curve. He was holding me tight, almost squeezing me. Our breathing got heavier. He got down on my neck, kissing and biting. I didn;t know how much time has passed. The fresh air cleared my mind and I realised what I was doing. I pushed him away and looked at him in disbelief. He was just as shocked as me.
,,I fucking hate your guts.,,
My tone was a combination of shock and disgust. I turned away and left. Left to nowhere. I didn't feel like going home but i didnt want to stay there anymore. It was too much to take. I never acted like that. Ok, maybe when I was at home dancing in front of my mirror, here were from I took the moves but not in public. And the fact that I gave up and let my hormones take over was really bugging me.
,,And where are you gonna go? It is too late to go home now!,,
,,I can take care of myself than you very much.,,
Do I have to mention that the entire conversation was out in the street. Me and Andy were yelling at each other like to drunkyards we were.
,,Rebbecaaa, stay. Are you mad? You are gonna get killed!,,
,,Go awaaaay.,,
,,At least leet's go back to the club. I'll thell Jared to take you home!,,
,,I don't wanna go home.,,
,,But you are drunk!,,
,,No I am nooooot!,,
And of course I feel on the ground. And tried to help me but he fell on me.
,,Really helpful.,,
,,Oh, shut up.,,
,,I don't wanna see you ever again.,,
,,Same here.,,
We looked at each other and laughed.
,,God, we're drunk.,,
<< Well, that is a secret you'll have to figure out on your own.,,
Jared brought a bottle of whiskey and another beer. Andy looked at him with disgust and told him not to bother us until he calls. Jared looked rather displeased but nodded and left.
,,You know that you don't have to be so rude to him just because he is a waiter.,,
,,I'm only trying to minimalise interaction with people that don't rise at my level of interest in a way or another. It is not because of his job as a waiter. it is a very respectable one. It is because of his basic featuers. No spark of originality.,,
,,It so sad that you see the world in this way.,,
,,Why does it bother you anyway? You caught my attention.,,
,,Shall I feel like I got lucky?..
,,You make it sound so bad.,,
,,It is bad. You souldn't treat people in this way wheather they are individuals or plain. It's just unfair.,,
,,Unfair or not, this is how I am. It is a perception even if I am wrong or right. If you dont like it you may take your leave.,,
,,Oh, Gosh, I am so wasting my time right now. But this is my table so I wont leave. On the other hand, you are more than welcomed to go.,
,,I don't feel like moving.,,
,,Looks like we have a problem then.,,
I was angry. I started drinking heavily. Who the hell he thought he was? Some philosoph? The conversation died but his hand was clunched on the glass which was always reffiled. I was at my fifth beer when my vision started to go blurry. Music gt louder, bodies were crawling on the dance floor, dazzling lights. My senses were overwhelmed. Andy was smirking at me, probably noticing my situation. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. The other went up to my chin. He leaned closer, his body was heated, his breath was pure alcohol. Why was I even doing that? Don't know. He laughed and stood up, taking my hand. Dragged on the dance floor again. Great. Andy kept me close, his hands running on my back and waist. I brought out my wild side, dancing almost like a slut. My hand were tangled in my hair, shuffling it, my body pushing into his. I felt every little bit of him. His arms were strong, his chest was firm, his pale skin shined in the dark. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. All the dancing made me hot. It was like he read my mind. He grabbed my hands and lead me outside through the back of the pub. OOnly that there was no patience left. He pushed me onto the wall and kissed me, steamy exchange of passion fueled by anger and alcohol. His hand were running on my body, searching for more, exploring every curve. He was holding me tight, almost squeezing me. Our breathing got heavier. He got down on my neck, kissing and biting. I didn;t know how much time has passed. The fresh air cleared my mind and I realised what I was doing. I pushed him away and looked at him in disbelief. He was just as shocked as me.
,,I fucking hate your guts.,,
My tone was a combination of shock and disgust. I turned away and left. Left to nowhere. I didn't feel like going home but i didnt want to stay there anymore. It was too much to take. I never acted like that. Ok, maybe when I was at home dancing in front of my mirror, here were from I took the moves but not in public. And the fact that I gave up and let my hormones take over was really bugging me.
,,And where are you gonna go? It is too late to go home now!,,
,,I can take care of myself than you very much.,,
Do I have to mention that the entire conversation was out in the street. Me and Andy were yelling at each other like to drunkyards we were.
,,Rebbecaaa, stay. Are you mad? You are gonna get killed!,,
,,Go awaaaay.,,
,,At least leet's go back to the club. I'll thell Jared to take you home!,,
,,I don't wanna go home.,,
,,But you are drunk!,,
,,No I am nooooot!,,
And of course I feel on the ground. And tried to help me but he fell on me.
,,Really helpful.,,
,,Oh, shut up.,,
,,I don't wanna see you ever again.,,
,,Same here.,,
We looked at each other and laughed.
,,God, we're drunk.,,
I'm in love with this:)
8/3/16