She’s 18, and I probably shouldn’t do this, but I can’t help myself.
I’ve gone out drinking all night with my friends, and in the midst of our night out we’ve separated in a large club. They’re probably too drunk to notice the buzz of a phone in their pocket, so I don’t bother calling them. I head to the nearest bar, and order a rum and coke. The bar tender is flirty, and now I’m by myself I’m unashamedly flirt back. As she serves me my drink, she gives me a cute smile. I smile back, and then turn around. Not really focusing, I bump into this random girl. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her.
She’s far too young for me. But as I bump into her, she’s not overly annoyed, even as my drink almost spills all over her.
“Guess I need another one” I say, cheekily smirking.
She puts her hand on my arm. “Maybe someone so clumsy doesn’t need any more” her voice practically winking at me.
I place my hand on her other arm. “I think I know what I need” I say as I look straight at her.