Go back to the bar to get a refill

Once again you fight your way through the crowd. People are starting to dance which makes your progression a lot more complicated. It takes you nearly ten minutes just to cover the 50 yards that separate you from the Bar.

When, eventually, you get there, you feel dizzy. Maybe, it’s the heat, maybe you drank your Gin and Tonic too fast. With everybody dancing the Barman attends you almost immediately.

“Back so soon?” he asks with the same predatory smile as earlier.

“Need a refill …” you answer checking his badge “…Dan.”

“Gin and Tonic, was it?” he asks.

You nod.

“Have this one on me,” he says serving you a shot of tequila.

You take the tiny glass between your fingers and throw its contents down your throat making a face. Damn that’s strong. He comes back with your drink.

“Already finished? Have another one,” he says serving you another shot.

The second tequila shot follows the first one. He smiles and pours you a third, a fourth and a fifth.

“You were thirsty” he says.

Everything is spinning around you when you realize you’re standing at a dangerous crossroad.

You grab your glass and mumble an unintelligible “thank you”.

You turn around to stand up but your foot gets stuck in the bar stool and you start falling face first towards the ground. A powerful arm grabs you by the waist pulling you up and back on the stool. You turn around again. Dan has caught you.

You smile in embarrassment.

“Be careful girl, you wouldn’t want to spend the next three nights in the ships infirmary. I’m off duty in ten minutes; I can walk you to your cabin if you want.”

You pause looking at him. The probability to find Dylan tonight are slim and Dan is not so bad looking.