Blaire was saying something to Adrienne as the latter leaned up against the bar to order some more shots of liquor out of frustration. But that all seemed to be in the distance as I walked up to Addison Cruz like my life depended on it.
"Hey," I said with a smirk as I watched her lips turn into a grin as well. I watched her brown eyes flicker from my face then down to my outfit, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.
"What?" She yelled out instead. Oh, the music.
"Hey!" I yelled out louder but then she just giggled in response.
"I'm just fucking with you," she paused and swiveled around in the bar seat, "Just making sure you didn't forget who I was or anything. I'm not wearing my glasses tonight." I could feel my face blush red at the reminder of my idiot self not being able to differentiate tennis girl and math girl.
I leaned down and put both my arms on either side of her as she tilted her face up to look at my face, "You look gorgeous tonight either way." It was Addison's turn to blush a deep red, which made her face glow nicely against the surrounding lights. I watched her lips part, then press firmly together.
"And you look quite dashing, Genius," she said loud enough for only me to hear.
I teased, "Is that a good compliment?" I inched my face lower and closer to hers.
She smiled, "It is," she giggled as she brought her hand up to touch the collar of my black button-up, "You know how to clean up. How do you dress all girly with lipstick one day, to this-" she used her hand motions to indicate my outfit, and I could feel myself swell up in confidence.
"I don't know, maybe you bring out the best of me," I replied but then felt a tap on my arm. I glanced over to see Adrienne point over to some shots of whiskey that were perfectly poured in four shot glasses. I gave Addison a look, who just grinned as she leaned over to grab one.
"Thanks, Adrienne!" She yelled out, and without moving from my position of Addison between me, mostly because I didn't want to lose her tonight, I took the second shot glass. .
We all raised our shot glasses together, then clinked them, "Cheers!"
Addison and I both took our shots together and our arms almost touched from how close we were to each other. I tried not to make a face as the whiskey went down my throat, and made a mental note that that would be the last shot I'd take of the night.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Adrienne slam her shot glass down on the bar and start to strut over to where June and Riley were dancing together. I silently hoped that she wouldn't start a fight as we just got here.
My eyes focused back on Addison, whose back was pressed against the bar. I pushed myself closer to her, my leg between hers as I moved my hands softly against her arms.
The black-haired girl before me bit her lower lip, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
My breath caught in my throat as I fought with my conscience for a response, "Like what?"
She shrugged lightly as I saw her eyes flicker down to my lips, "Like as if I'm the only girl in this room. There are a bunch of beautiful girls who like girls in the club tonight, so why look at me like that?"
Because everybody else pales in comparison to you, Addison.
I smiled to cover up my thought, hoping it wouldn't flicker across my face in obviousness as I leaned in to touch my lips on her exposed collarbone. "Because I'm here to see you tonight." I muttered, "Only you."
Addison gave me a small, doubting look before her lips turned into a grin, "Well, jeez. Someone really wants to get under my skirt tonight." She tilted her head to give me more access to her skin as I trailed my lips up to her neck. She gave out a small moan, "I would've definitely let you eat my pussy out regardless of the sweet talk, Melanie."
"Fuck," I murmured into the crevice of her neck before I lifted my head up to look back into her face. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and I couldn't tell if it was because I made the beauty blush, the lights gave off a weird color, or due to the alcohol.
"Buy me a drink?" She said through the music as I nodded.
"What do you want?"
Addison tilted her head at me with a smirk on her face, "You," she then rolled her eyes, "But I suppose vodka would suffice for now." I leaned against the bar to get the attention of the bartender on duty. Once she came over, I asked for two shots of vodka. I could feel Addison's stare from behind, so I turned around once I was done ordering.
"What are you looking at?" I teased.
"You have a nice butt," she winked, "They look good in these pants." Addison brought her hand down to give my ass a smack, and my eyes widened as her hand connected with my bottom loudly and firmly.
"Do you have a spanking fetish or something?" I laughed and slid some money over to the bartender when she returned with the shots.
She shrugged and took one of the shot glasses, "Only if you want me to." My knees felt a little weak at the thought, and I had to grab a hold of the bar. I used my other hand to rub the back of my neck.
Changing the subject, "I probably shouldn't take this. I want to be sober by the end of the night."
"Good, I want you to be sober tonight. You have a lot of paying attention to do later on," her eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'll take both." She gently placed the rim of her shot glass against my lips as if to cheer me, then brought it back to hers to tilt it back into her mouth as she consumed the liquor. I gnawed on the inside of my lip as I silently thought of the idea of pleasuring Addison tonight.
But, why was I so bothered by it? I watched her take the other shot, and suddenly I became worried as to how much alcohol she's already consumed tonight. Would she be okay? Did she normally drink like this?
As much as I wanted to touch her tonight, how come all I wanted to do was make sure she was okay? I wrapped an arm around her waist in reassurance. What was wrong with me? I've had sex with plenty of girls in plenty of situations with both of us intoxicated, so how come I wanted my time with Addison to have both of us be sober?
I brought her closer, "How much have you drank tonight?"
"Hm," she placed a finger to her lip, "Probably five."
"Five?!" I said with shock.
She nodded in thought then agreement, "Definitely eight."
I gave her a blank look with my mouth slightly open, "You just said five."
She grinned, "Yes!"
"I think you're wasted. Maybe you've had enough?" I watched her reach her hand around me as I felt her hand slide into my back pocket to cup my ass. "Do you want water?"
She used her other hand to play with the top button of my shirt, "Nope." She hesitated then looked at me devilishly, "What I want is for you to just destroy me tonight."
"I, uh-" I started to say but she interrupted me as she rubbed her fingers between the fabric of my shirt.
"Like," she smirked, "On the floor. On the wall. Under my sheets. On the back porch. In the car. On the hood of the car. On the kitchen counter..." Oh my god this girl had a wild imagination.
I blinked, "We'll see," I waved over the bartender to indicate I needed a glass of water, "Maybe I can help sober you up first?"
"You can help with other things..." she moved her other hand into my other back pocket and squeezed my ass even harder. I wonder how clingy we looked to other people at the bar. But, I didn't mind as I knew if I was to walk away from Addison right now any smart, single girl would come sweep this beautiful girl up.
I couldn't let that happen. I wanted Addison to be mine, and I definitely wasn't in the mood to share.
Unless, of course, Addison really did only want to hook-up. I frowned at the thought. What if she was serious? What if she actually just wanted to have sex with me just for the experience?
The normal me - the person before I met Addison, would have easily accepted that proposition. However, not I wasn't so sure.
Once the bartender came back with a glass of water, I nudged it over to Addison, who reluctantly took the straw to her mouth to take a huge sip of water. "See, that wasn't so bad," I said as I watched her grab the two empty shot glasses into her hands.
"How about I take two more though?" She grinned ear to ear, "That'll be eleven!" Eleven? Sheesh, how much did she drink before I got here? Should I bring her home - wait, was she staying at June or Blaire's house because of her strict parents? Surely they wouldn't be happy with the fact that she was underage drinking at a lesbian bar?
She fluttered her eyelids to get my attention, "How about we go find your friends?"
Suddenly, she blurted out, "You've been on a deserted island for a month and now you're back to the real world and you can have any meal that you want. What would you choose?"
"Excuse me?" What kind of drunk girl thinks of that in the middle of the club?
"Answer the question, dumbass." She giggled in all seriousness and I watched the remainder of our group take shots on the other side of the bar.
"I, uh," I hesitated as I thought about it. "It's going to sound lame, but I love pesto, especially homemade in a mortar and pestle."
She blinked, "Like on pasta right?"
"Well, yeah, of course there's no way I'm eating that raw." I laughed, "How about you?"
"I'd freaking kill for sushi." She frowned, "But you're vegan, so I suppose we can't have sushi dates." Date?
"Date?"
Ignoring my question, she giggled again then stuck her tongue out, "What country would you not mind living in for the remainder of your life?" Wait, hold on, I wanted her to give me her thoughts on the date proposition.
Would I be able to handle taking Addison Cruz on a date? Technically, I've never been on a date in my life...the idea of all the commitment, nervousness, and expectations was already making me sweat.
I decided to drop it and reminded myself to ask when she was sober at a different time. "Japan."
She bit her bottom lip, "Fuck, you took my answer." She smiled, "I love binge watching videos of tourists going to Japan and eating literally everything in the 7Elevens there. Makes me want to burn my 7Eleven down, fuck hotdogs and old pizza."
I laughed, knowing exactly what videos she was talking about, "Would you travel soon?"
She thought about it for a moment, "Maybe, but I need someone to go with. June is kinda a white girl and would probably complain every waking moment of the plane ride there. Blaire might go, but she's into super toxic frat boys on her vacations and she ain't gonna find that in the streets of Tokyo." I could hear her words start to slur together, but it was quite amusing hearing Addison talk and get to know a little more about her.
"Your friends are so interesting," I said then hesitated before saying the next words, "I'd go to Japan with you."
With a lot of drunken hesitation in her voice, she replied, "You'd do that?"
"Yes," I said with reassurance in my voice as I took her hands out of my pockets then brought her right hand to press to my lips. My heart was almost beating outside of my chest as I found myself travelling uncharted emotional territory. While I did take a couple shots a while ago, I felt sober, and I knew what I was feeling for Addison.
The difficult part was now voicing it.
"You wouldn't eat sushi though," she said.
"Unfortunately, no."
"But would you watch me eat it?"
I smiled and brought her hand back to her side, "Sure."
"Is that code for something?"
"Only if you want it to be," I laughed.
"I don't think there's a lot of vegan food in Japan."
"I'll survive."
"But you'd be okay with me stuffing my face?" She patted her toned stomach, "And watch me make a food baby and go into a food coma?"
"I'll even go to a 7Eleven with you and carry your basket full of food before you check-out. If you want, we can even make one of those vlogging videos where you can rate a bunch of different 7Eleven foods." I said as I laughed again at the thought of Addison in front of a camera and rating a bunch of random food items.
The dark-haired girl started to hop up and down as she grabbed my arm roughly. She then started to skip away with me in tow towards our friends. "Yup! You literally made me wet by saying that, so we gotta go!" I smiled at the thought but for some reason I felt that she actually wasn't kidding at all.
She dragged me towards her friends, and even pushed both of us through a random couple that was dancing. I waved a hand in apology as she kept moving us with determination. I briefly flashed my eyes to her ass, but then squinted as I saw two lumps in the waistband of her skirt...
Did she stuff the empty shot glasses in her nonexistent pockets? What?
"Uh, Addison," I said as we finally made our destination. "You kinda tried to pocket those shot glasses. Why are they in your waistband?"
Addison looked down at her skirt and narrowed her eyes. "I suppose you caught me."
"So...why are they there?" I said in amusement as I watched her sway a little from the alcohol.
She just stared at them, "What?"
"The glasses."
"Yes."
"Addison, take the shot glasses out."
"Okay!" She reached for them and then pulled them out of the waistband of her skirt and wandered over her friends. I shook my head knowing this girl needed to lay down or something. The dark-headed girl twirled around like a ballerina before stumbling then crashing into the two blondes.
Addison draped her arms around her two best friends with the shot glasses still in her hands. I heard her scream something incoherent as I walked closer to them to make sure she didn't accidentally take them all down with her drunkenness.
Blaire looked at Addison, then gave me a strange look before returning her gaze back to Addison, who was pinching June's ear. "How much have you drank, Addison?"
"I dunno, like seven," she obviously slurred as everybody's eyes except June's widened. I gave a look at the blonde and noticed that she was definitely way too far gone. Addison then jumped excitedly off of her friends, then latched herself onto me as she snuggled her head into my hair by standing on her tiptoes. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I placed a hand on the small of her back. I heard her whisper into my ear, "Mel, I don't feel too good..." Shit.
I looked at her friends, "It's okay, I'm taking her home." June just glared at me.
"Uh, no you are most definitely not taking her home." June kept glaring at me. Damn, did this girl blink?
Addison then whispered in my ear, "Carry me?" She pushed her weight into me and fell back on the flats of her feet.
"I second that?" Blaire said as she gave me a questioning look.
I sighed, "Not in that way, I'm legit just taking her home. She's had too much to drink." I watched June tear her glare away from me and look towards Adrienne.
Addison mumbled something in my ear, but unfortunately I couldn't make out what she said. I hoped she didn't just say that she was going to throw up, because that would definitely suck.
I decided to add on, "For real, I swear I'm not going to pull anything. Do you want me to take your car or get an Uber?" I watched as Blaire seemed to believe me, but June still was super uneasy about the situation.
I looked over at my friend as she gave me a stern look. I could see that her eyes were trying to deduct if I was intoxicated. Her eyes searched mine for the answers as she said, "You sure you're sober?" She extended her keys to her Jeep out.
I nodded and stared right back in her eyes to clarify that I was. "I'm sure, Adrienne." I grabbed them out of her hands then turned my head over to June to give her a small smile. "I'll take care of her." I added on, "I promise."
As if on cue, Addison immediately removed her head from my hair and placed her hand on her mouth. She mumbled through her fingers, "I'm going to vomit up Oreos!" Shit.
I kept looking at June to make sure we were alright, and I had to stop myself from happy dancing as the blonde gave me her approval with a small nod. I nodded towards Blaire to say goodbye then let Addison sway as she kept her mouth covered. She didn't seem to understand that we were leaving yet.
As we walked away from her friends, Addison said out loud, "My feet don't work." She stopped and I gave her a strange look.
She raised her arms up like a baby as she pouted out her lips, "Carry me?" I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked despite her being trashed out of her mind.
"Of course," I said as I crouched down a bit then picked her up. I paused as she giggled in my hold but decided that it would be complicated carrying her like this throughout the club. Therefore, instead I took in a deep breath and draped her over my shoulders. I ignored the people that were starting to stare at us as Addison started singing her ABC's.
I silently thought about how light she actually was despite how athletic she was. I wondered if she ate enough. I made myself a mental note to get her some food on the way to my place.
Was that where we were going? My house?
It was convenient considering my parents were still away, and I bet her parents wouldn't be delighted if I randomly showed up with their singing, drunk daughter on their doorstep.
But if I brought her home in this state, would Addison try to have sex with me?
Of course, I wouldn't since she was drunk out of her mind - but would her drunken self be able to understand why I would deny her for the night? Would she take it the wrong way and hate me? Would she never want to see me again, or would she be grateful the next day?
I sighed as I held onto the girl closer.
I suppose I'd have to find out. The only thing I knew for sure was that my number one priority for the night was to keep Addison Cruz safe.