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You were at the club. Lonely after your friends leaving you there alone. In ten minutes you were already sick of all the PDA shown around you, the pathetic twitching on the dance-floor and the extremely loud music. Still, it was your birthday even if nobody wasn't there to celebrate with you, didn't mean you couldn't. So you pulled yourself together and walked up to the bar, hoping that whoever was working tonight wouldn't ask for your ID since the bouncer had already let you in.
You took the first stool that was empty. The bartender seemed already focusing on someone else's needs, you had to wait.
"What do you want?" the bartender wearing a black t-shirt with the phrase 'FBI: Female Body Inspector' asked you
"Vodka, double" you ordered
"Are you old enough to drink?" he asked you
"The bouncer already let me in, and my friends ditched me. I just want my drink" you responded with a forced smile
"I can order it, if it makes your job easier" a quite tall, handsome gentleman said from behind you
"Great, I won't lose my job for giving a drink to someone who is clearly in high school" bartender said bitterly
"No problem, she can't be too young, she did manage to get in" the mysterious stranger answered and sat on the just freed bar-stool next to you
"Thanks" you said with a little smile as you were looking into his beautiful blue eyes
"So your friends, they seemed nice. Leaving you here and all that" he said. You couldn't stop checking him out, he was so hot.
"They are awesome. That is the thing with being the single friend in a group of two couples" you found a way to sneak your relationship-status in the conversation. The barkeep handed you your drink
"Are you in a hurry?" he asked as he watched you just pour the liquor down in one sip
"No, not at all" you answered to him
After 3 shots of vodka. You had told him almost everything there is to know about you, not including your name, age or school.
"Wanna get out of here?" you asked while playing with his fingers
"Sure, princess" you had told him that your dad had died when you were 10, and that he had called you princess, it was a bar lie, but still.
As you jumped off the stool, you almost tripped, four shots of vodka might not had been your smartest idea, especially when wearing 4-inch heels
"I got you, I got you" he said and put your hand on his shoulder and carried you to his car.
"Where do you live?" he asked you when driving out of the pub parking lot.
"I'm fine, totally fine" you said leaning back on the front seat
"You are pretty drunk" he said with a little chuckle
"I am pretty when I am drunk? Thank you" you said with smug smile. He laughed a bit
"You would be even more pretty sober" he said
"Like you?" you asked with wondering eyes
"Like me" he laughed
"You have really pretty eyes" you started to drunk-flirt, it wasn't always pretty but you were hoping that it wouldn't matter
"Thank you, but seriously where do you live?" he asked but you had already fallen asleep on the front seat
In the morning you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, wearing a shirt that wasn't yours, wearing underwear that wasn't yours. You could see a v-neck shirt and jean-shorts. shorts were the only thing that were yours. You could see a picture on the top of a dresser right across from the bed you were in. It had a group of people standing, but in the front there was a woman sitting and three children around her. Maybe it's a family picture, you thought to yourself.
You got dressed and went downstairs. You could hear noise from the kitchen. The kitchen had no door, just an archway so you sneaked past it quickly, hoping whoever was there wouldn't notice you. It did tempt you to look but you had no memory of last night and didn't want to risk it by seeing the guy.