Slowing down

{if Alcohol = 3}Although you feel pretty good and are happily buzzing, you know you need to pace yourself. {endif} "Let's get a drink and find somewhere to sit" You're forced to lean in and speak into Bianca's ear for her to hear you over the general buzz of the room. Bianca nods.

You order drinks, a tequila sunrise for each of you and the two of you wander over to a small booth. You gratefully slide into the seat and are happily surprised when Bianca, rather than sitting opposite you, slides in next to you. You secretly thrill at the touch of her smooth skin, at her closeness. You can smell her as her scent fills your nose. {if Alchohol = 3}Blood rushes into certain parts of your body as, under the table, fueled in part by alcohol, Bianca wraps a leg around yours, smiling at you as she sips her drink. {endif}

The two of you sit there together, sipping your drinks and talking. You chat about everything, as only two close friends can. But at the same time, you can sense Bianca playing with you. You can hear it in the tone in her voice; in the almost innuendo in what she says; in the way she laughs at you; and especially in the way she leans against you. You can't believe this is happening. You stay there for what seems like only a few minutes but when you look at your watch, you're amazed that an hour has passed.

You look at Bianca, who gazes at you. You lean forward and Bianca parts her lips, as if to say something.