Happily

She looks over at him gratefully, picking up the tequila shots and throwing them down her throat immediately. He watched her wince before sucking the slice of lime and squealing. The other coworkers cheered her on, and before long, John had gotten four shots inside her.

"I should slow down!" she yelled into his ears a little too loudly, giggling and leaning her head on his shoulder. John chuckled and helped her sit up properly, letting her know that she needed some water and that he would be getting it for her from the bar.

"Can I get a vodka cranberry, please? Make it super sweet, but also very strong." John said to the dark-eyed bartender, who had never cracked a smile since he started coming to the bar.

"Is it for your girlfriend?" the bartender spoke, nodding towards Lisa, who had her eyes closed and was swaying to the music in the corner.

John liked the sound of the question, and for a split second, he allowed himself to fantasize about Lisa being his girlfriend, with her pretty face and that amazing figure. She was all he had been thinking about since the day he set his eyes on her, and he wanted her so badly that his cock twitched when he so much as smelled her perfume.

"Yeah, she loves this drink a lot." he comfortably lied, feeling pride swell up in his chest when he got a nod of approval from the bartender.

Five minutes passed, and John returned to the table, handing the cup to Lisa and watching her chug on it, drinking nearly half of the contents of the red solo cup before noting that it was indeed not water.

"This is so sweet, what is it called?" she looked up at John with a small, sheepish smile, and he smiled back down at her adoringly.

"Vodka cranberry. Do you like it?"

Lisa nodded, and for the next hour, she drank three red solo cups of the sweet alcoholic cocktail. She downed everything until she could no longer feel her fingertips.

"Hey, Johnny boy, Lisa isn't looking too good!" Luke called John's attention after he returned from adjusting his stiff cock in the bathroom. True to his words, Lisa was sodden with **** and could barely even hold her head up.

"I think I should just take her home." The tall, bearded man sighed as if it was such an inconvenience to him, and he could only barely manage the task.

"You sure, dude? Do you even know her address?" Luke asked again, genuinely concerned. John laughed and told like that he and Lisa were much closer than he thought she was. Instantly, he could see that Luke's eyes widened with surprise, and then he nodded as a sign of respect. The one woman that no one had been able to get, he had gotten her, and even knew her address!

John knew he was lying because he and Lisa had done nothing but hug a few times, and he only knew her house because she mentioned it sometime ago. Before the night ended, he had plans to make sure one of the things he said to Luke wasn't a lie anymore.

It was a few minutes past midnight when the rest of the party had started dispersing, and John grabbed Lisa's purse and keys, scooping her limp body into his arms and carrying her over to her car. Once she was secured in the back seat, he fixed himself into the driver's seat and began to drive down the road with the help of his GPS device.

"Home sweet home." John sighed as he opened the door to Lisa's home. The place smelled exactly as he expected, fresh and flowery like Lisa did. He pushed open the door and threw her purse on the couch, going back to the car to pick her up and take her into her house.

She murmured something that sounded like his name, but it was inaudible as if the words were stuck in her throat.

With one foot, James shut the door behind him and a drunk Lisa, carrying her up to her room. He laid her on the bed, slightly hoisted up against her pillow. Her head shifted to the side, with eyes struggling to open themselves.

"You are such a pretty little thing, Lisa. It pains me to have to leave you when you are in such a **** state." John said as he looked at Lisa, both of their fingers intertwined. She groaned softly and the sound sent a surge of electricity down his cock.

"Maybe I can steal a kiss before I leave?" he asked no one in particular, bending himself until his lips were barely an inch away. Her mouth was slightly open and her breath smelled sweet, like the cranberry drinks she had consumed earlier, so he kissed her.