90% Vodka, 8% Lime, 2% Tonic
Pain before Pleasure. Although the saying is more associated with losing weight, it could really apply to most things in life. I mean think about it. Why does liquor sting? Why does it take so long to bake a cake? Get a tattoo? Wait for a paycheck? Pain before pleasure my friends. However as I stared up past the sweaty shoulder of… Richard? I wondered when the pain would end and the pleasure would start. Not that he was physically hurting me, trust me, he stopped to ask about a bajillion times because he was conscious about his weight, even though I secretly found it comforting to be slightly squished. Something I would never tell Ricky..??
We had been making out pretty heavy for about thirty minutes now, but I think his jaw got tired somewhere in minute ten, and since then he’d just been holding his mouth open and lapping up the inside of my mouth like a pudding cup.
I know what you’re thinking. Get the fuck up and go. I know you’re thinking this, because I’m thinking this as well, but the sad reality and truth is that I’m not going to do that. I’ve had five vodka tonics, all poured by Nic, so my drinks were 90% vodka, 8% lime, and 2% tonic- oh, and the 8% of lime sat on the edge of the glass. I was two steps passed tipsy and I wanted attention. I felt his hand reach for towards the zipper of my black leather pants, and it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown at me.
“I’m going to have stop you right there partner.” I firmly grasped his roaming fingers and pulled them off of my body all together.
“What’s wrong? I didn’t hurtcha’ did I?” He frowned apologetically.
“No, it’s not that.” I turned my head to the side and looked at my phone shining from the nightstand like a fiery beacon. “I should probably go.” I raised my shoulder and tried my best to look reluctant at the idea, even though I was jumping at the prospect.
“Why? We’re having fun. Aren’t you having fun?” He smirked and began planting sloppy kisses down my jaw.
“I’m having…” I had to pause to muster up some more enthusiasm; I’ve never been the best actress. “So much fun.”
“So stay.”
“I can’t.” I whined and rolled from underneath him, quickly pulling on the black shirt I had discarded earlier. “I have this big meeting in the morning. Super important.”
“On a Saturday?” He sat up on his elbows.
“Well you know… real estate.” I spoke not even understanding what I was saying. “It doesn’t take weekends off.” I didn’t even sell real estate.
He just nodded his head and sat on the bed like he was trying to connect the dots in one of those children’s coloring books. My eyes lingered on him a little longer as I was pulling on my black ankle boots. He wasn’t bad looking. I didn’t really have a type, but it was something about his larger nose and the way his eyes looked like the almonds I try to eat a handful of to substitute “healthy fats” as suppose to a burger. I liked his hair a lot better after I ran my fingers through it a couple times, and his shoulders were broad enough to make mine look normal. But as I looked at him, I knew that he wasn’t the person I should be in a dark bedroom with at 5 AM. I knew from the second I picked him out at the bar.
He stood and walked towards me slowly; placing his hands on both of my shoulders.
“Call me?” He asked unsure, which was incredibly warranted, because I was the queen of ghosting.
“Yeah.” I lied, because I’m passive aggressive and pressed a quick kiss against the rough stubble of his jaw. Faster than I could even register that I had forgotten the to-go box of nachos in his fridge, I was out of the door.
The stairs leading out of his apartment complex were more 3-D than they should’ve been, letting on that I was more intoxicated than I would admit to myself. Fun fact! I didn’t just lie to others, but I also lie to myself.
“Shall I call you a cab?” The doorman of the complex raised a disapproving eyebrow and a mischievous smile at me. I couldn’t completely blame him. I felt the heat pooling to my face after catching a glimpse of my bed tussled hair in the reflection of the white marble floor, and saw that the cups of my red lace bra were entirely visibly over the neckline of my top.
“Nope, I’m good.” I awkwardly did the finger gun thing and hurried out the glass doors of the complex and into the cool New York air.
I pulled my leather tighter around me and began the trek back to my place, while inwardly chastising myself for my moment of weakness. I was so stupid to leave with him tonight and should have just listened to Lana and Ella when they were trying to pull my drunk ass into the back of their cab. But when I compared the comfort of being in the warm arms of beefy Ryan..?? To the torn leather backseat of the cab; the cabbie never had a chance.
Now here I was, walking as fast as I could, without wobbling too much in these heels, trying to make it back to my place for a decent bath before I had to go to work in two hours. “Stupid!” I rolled my eyes and flared my nose in annoyance at myself, and vowed to lay off the liquor for at least a week. At least long enough to teach myself a lesson about the lack of control I never had, and have not developed in the time being.
A cold shiver seductively crawled up my spine and shook me to my core as I rounded the corner, passing the sketchiest of alley’s. My instincts immediately kicked in; my heartbeat raised, and a flood of heat raced to my face, as I fought the constant urge to freeze. I kept walking; picking up my pace a beat or so when I heard the footsteps also pick up behind me.
It was a little too loud for someone who was trying to be inconspicuous, but still I could tell they were following my exact steps. I focused on keeping my heartbeat as steady as I could, while trying not to break out in a run. And of course, I would turn on a street with a single flickering street light and the only occupant being a crumpled newspaper dancing across the pavement with empty hotdog holders.
I was really winning the experience lottery tonight, wasn’t I? I lowered my head and picked up the pace a little more, as the footsteps behind me quickened its pace, and right when I was sure it was close enough to smell my fear, he gripped me by my shoulders and threw me against the brick walls of an alley way.
