A Girl's Night Out/“Actually, I’m fine as is. Let’s talk some more.”
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"Yours is nice too," you tell her, wondering how close you can get to her. She doesn't seem like the type to set many physical boundaries. "It's cool. A bit masculine, but not too much." | "Yours is nice too," you tell her, wondering how close you can get to her. She doesn't seem like the type to set many physical boundaries. "It's cool. A bit masculine, but not too much." | ||
| - | She's pleased with that. " | + | She's pleased with that. "Just what I was going for. Glad it worked." |
The two of you continue chatting, each trying to scratch the surface of the other's life. You tell her about your family, your trials and tribulations in high school, and your battle through college. Jay orders more shots over the course of the conversation, and the more she drinks, the more she opens up to you. | The two of you continue chatting, each trying to scratch the surface of the other's life. You tell her about your family, your trials and tribulations in high school, and your battle through college. Jay orders more shots over the course of the conversation, and the more she drinks, the more she opens up to you. | ||
| - | She tells tales of her own younger life, and the backlash she faced from those she thought were her friends. How her current job is rough on her, and now she's turned to this bar on Fridays to ease a bit of her stress and loneliness. She mentions meeting Layla somewhere down the line, but her memories blend into each other as you get caught up in her voice. It's so smooth and womanly, yet low and calming. The kind of voice that makes you wish she would put her arms around you. | + | She tells tales of her own younger life, and the backlash she faced when she came out from those she thought were her friends. How her current job is rough on her, and now she's turned to this bar on Fridays to ease a bit of her stress and loneliness. She mentions meeting Layla somewhere down the line, but her memories blend into each other as you get caught up in her voice. It's so smooth and womanly, yet low and calming. The kind of voice that makes you wish she would put her arms around you. |
By the end of it, you've lost track of the stories and she's lost track of the shots. Glancing down at the table, you see what are surely far too many empty glasses. | By the end of it, you've lost track of the stories and she's lost track of the shots. Glancing down at the table, you see what are surely far too many empty glasses. | ||
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She looks a bit surprised, then happy. "Glad we feel the same way. What's your name?"
You tell her your name. "I like that," she answers, leaning on her elbows. "Nice sound to it."
"Yours is nice too," you tell her, wondering how close you can get to her. She doesn't seem like the type to set many physical boundaries. "It's cool. A bit masculine, but not too much."
She's pleased with that. "Just what I was going for. Glad it worked."
The two of you continue chatting, each trying to scratch the surface of the other's life. You tell her about your family, your trials and tribulations in high school, and your battle through college. Jay orders more shots over the course of the conversation, and the more she drinks, the more she opens up to you.
She tells tales of her own younger life, and the backlash she faced when she came out from those she thought were her friends. How her current job is rough on her, and now she's turned to this bar on Fridays to ease a bit of her stress and loneliness. She mentions meeting Layla somewhere down the line, but her memories blend into each other as you get caught up in her voice. It's so smooth and womanly, yet low and calming. The kind of voice that makes you wish she would put her arms around you.
By the end of it, you've lost track of the stories and she's lost track of the shots. Glancing down at the table, you see what are surely far too many empty glasses.
"Jay," you whisper, tugging her jacket. "I think you've had enough."
"Yeah..." she sighs, a self-defeating laugh escaping her throat. "Prolly have."
She tries to stand and sways back and forth on shaky legs. "Careful!" you say, hastily sliding off your stool and grabbing her arm for support. "I'm so sorry, I should've stopped you before this happened." She's leaning on you pretty hard, and you're thankful she's not very heavy.
"Nah... 'S always happens... I mighta drank too much 'n school'r somethin'. Who knows?"
"Is everything all right over there?"
Layla's shouting from behind the counter. You shake your head. "She drank too much."
The bartender winces. "Better get her to the bathroom, then. Know where it is?"
You hadn't thought to look when you came in. You don't want to embarrass yourself again, but Jay's getting worse.
