And Then it Was

You remember me, don't you?

I was the girl sitting at the bar aching over her Guinness Stout.

Yeah, yeah yeah... You do remember me don't you?
Auburn hair, baby doll t-shirt, hip-hugger jeans... That's right- the one that intrigued you enough to sit next to her.

I can tell by the sparkle in your eye and the excited fumbling of your car keys that you can recall that night. Don't deny it either... It was unforgettable.

Alright, you're not talking... Let me refresh your memory a bit.

It was a holiday, the bar was packed that night with jovial men and women filled with the spirit of celebration. I was only there to take in some new scenery; away from the bustle of the neon metropolis. A small bar where I could blend in.

Guess that plan didn't phase out the way I wanted it to; because you spotted me through the crowd and recognized me right away. I had no idea you'd seen me since my back was turned, in fact the whole element of you sneaking up behind me and leaning in to speak at me without attack or expectance was in itself - admirable.

Do you remember the first thing you said to me? I do.

"Stalker."

and my reply as I startled a bit?

"Um Holy shit, I was not stalking you... thought this was the last place you'd be."

My unintentional response was to smile, and though quite obvious I was trying to keep my cool... I had actually felt pretty impressed I contained my excitement as much as I did. Yeah, I did smile a little I suppose. I remember how you laughed at my complacent giddiness as you leaned against the bar.

"bullshit..." Looking not-so-convinced at my response, you set your glass down and took the stool to my right. "So what the fuck? How'r you doing?"

As my head lifts from my hardened downward stare at my quickly emptying beer glass, my eyes raise to meet yours... Still trying to work my most contained expression I quipped. "I'm good, I'm good. Just drinking my guinness here and trying to look hot, what'dya think?"

"Funny, I'm drinking a guinness too... Good choice."

"I notice you didn't say anything about me looking hot." That shit eating grin of mine accidentally graced my face without intention. I was proud of that sentence, I had to remind you of who you were dealing with.

"Oh christ." You eye brows raised and you snickered at me "poor you... poor, poor you."

"Right."

See, and at this point we were both up to the challenge. Though time necessitated the conversation would only get better; I believe you caught the same vibe I did. Sure, we didn't mean to bump into each other at precisely that moment, no. But we did intend on meeting... so this might be a fruitful evening after all?

Every time I threw up a verbal ante, you'd match it. That laugh and look of comedy as you hoisted your eyebrows in sarcastic amazement every now and again. And in between those times, a soft smile would beget your face. That smile became your monarch saving grace for the rest of the evening.

"So are we drinking with the guys tonight or are you alone." I crane around the bar to check out the other groups loudly clammoring and raising their glasses to each other.
"With the guys, over there. Saw you, thought I'd let you stalk me."

"Yeah, let's talk about your fascination with me stalking you." Taking another slug of my beer, I turn to face you.... Finally.
And I'm not disappointed at the way you stare back.

"Nooo, let's talk you wearing no bra with that shirt." Your smile permeates, your glare travels south towards my hardened nipples. "And then let's talk about why your nipples are hard."

"It's cold in here."
"It's not.. There's about a hundred people packed into this joint, it's not cold."

My lips pursed a bit, but you laughed at my frustration and then proceeded to finish up the last remnants of stout in your glass.

"Alright, my nipples are hard because of you."

"No doubt." You ordered another glass.

I recall that was the glass that did you in, pushed you over the edge; safely secured your gentile fall into blazing intoxication. You even admitted it would be the one.... Before you''d even received it:

"Remind me not to have another after this, because I'll be drunk enough." It was cute, you were already slurring.

But I didn't stop you, and I don't regret that. "You drunk already?"

"Might be..." (this is where you had me) "but I'm sober enough to see four hard nipples instead of six."

I smiled.
You laughed.
There was a strange awkward silent moment there.

"Nice shirt by the way."
Thank god you broke the silence because I wasn't about to.

I was too busy feeling all warm and enticed by your charm, perhaps even a bit turned on about it. Experiencing rigid tingles sparking through my flesh, the hot blush of my cheeks, the churning dampness between my legs only beginning. "Thanks, I like it."

"You get free drinks with that?"

So after a while (and a couple more beers) the conversation faltered, and one way or another the subject kept going back to my shirt. I know you remember that fucking shirt because you gawked at it long enough that I'm sure the silkscreen pattern burned a visual scar into your brain. Poor brain.

"Alright, leave it alone already... It's just a shirt." I was feeling rather intoxicated myself at that point... Mostly at your endearing conversation and witty drunkenness, but still... The alcohol helped to soften the atmosphere but also hampered my intentions to stifle my attraction to you. That might have also been a problem, I didn't play hard to get at all really.

"Right, it's a shirt. But I can't have an intellectual conversation with your tits."

"Yes you can, just address them as sir and sir."

"So they're men then, your tits."

"Might as well be, they're high maintenance enough."

"Fucker we need to leave, help me out of this bar."

"Don't get up, we'll just sit here where it's safe." I flash a look of innocence "Besides, I'm a good girl... If I help you to your room you'll find a way to keep me there. I don't do that on first dates."

You were so keen on deflecting my bullshit that night, more so than a lot of men who have stumbled on my 'bar-set'. With a scratching of the chin and a smirk that would melt the panties right to my ass, you conned me...
"Seriously, lemme say good-bye to my buddies and you'll help me to my room. I need to go back, if I stay I'll drink more with them."

Your eyes looked sincere and needy... "Please help me back, I wanna lean on you... Soft and all.... Besides..." You fell trying to get around your stool, catching yourself on my shoulder and resulting in the first touch exchanged... The first of many.
"...I'll look better leaning up against you on the way back."

and then the monarch saving grace, once again.... how could I say no?