Page 57 of Petite Fleur

I think I've been here for two hours. Or is it three?

I don't know, but I know I've heard a few songs twice, so either there's a loop, or they take requests.

I don't even think I can see straight, but I can always find my way to the bartender, Dave.

I don't actually know if that's his name; I just kinda assigned him one by the time I got to shot number five.

I feel like Dave fits him though.

It's the name I'd make up for someone who's grumpy and quiet, yet cares.

Okay, I can't actually prove that Dave cares about me, but he keeps the shots coming, so I'm not mad at him.

He even keeps my friends in shots when they come up to the bar with me, which is pretty often now!

Almost every song I've danced to and every shot I've gone up for, I've had at least one friend with me.

It's awesome! I finally feel like one of the group.

Shelby has stuck to herself, but I intend to change that.

I stumble over to her, almost losing my balance, but thankfully, she catches me with her hands on my waist.

"Hey, darling. Have a little to drink?" She asks me.

I grin, nodding happily, but the quick motion makes my head spin, and my balance gets even worse.

All I can seem to do about it is giggle loudly and clutch tightly onto Shelby to stay upright. "A little!" I announce.

I feel her fingers lightly dig into my hips, steadying me, and smile at the touch. "I can tell. How about we get you some water?" She asks me; again, I just happily nod.

She smells so good right now, even in this crowded bar; the thick and warm smell of vanilla lingers in her hair and clothes.

“I don't need water; I need to dance.” I protest, earning a small giggle from Shelby.

She rolls her eyes but takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. “One dance, then we get some water. Deal?” She says somewhat sternly.

I nod so roughly that my head spins, and my hair covers my face, sticking to my cheeks from all the sweat. “Yes, ma'am.” I tease.

We dance along to the fast song blaring in this crowded bar, but my only focus is on her. Even though our dance feels innocent enough, I can't help but get excited that her hands are on me in public.

I can't help but wish they were elsewhere.

I lean into her, feeling her support my weight, and attempt to whisper in her ear, although I know it's closer to shouting than a whisper. “Do you know what I've always wanted to do?” I ask.

Shelby pulls me back by my shoulders and shakes her head, her full attention mesmerizing me. I don't think I've had her full attention all week aside from in my bedroom.

I've missed it.

I've missed her.

“I've always wanted to be chased! Maybe someone breaks in and chases me when I run. You could chase me through campus, and if you catch me, you do whatever you want to me.” I say excitedly.

Doesn't that sound hot?

“Ooh, maybe you could get a blindfold or some duct tape; really spice things up!” I ramble on.

See, now I know I'm drunk. I never would have admitted that out loud if I wasn't, but it's Shelby. Shouldn't I be able to tell the woman I'm sleeping with about my fantasies?