Let's drink a little

“Hey,” you nudge Delilah. “Do you want to have a few drinks?”

She smiles. “You know I’m not a drinker.”

You smile back. “I’m not going to get you wasted. Besides that, I’ll pay for it too.”

Delilah bites her lips, looking for the clock in the room. “Yeah, I could have a few drinks with you. N-not because you’re paying though! Because I want to!”

You both approach the bar and order a few drinks. You ordered first, and Delilah copies you, clearly not doing this too often on her own. As the man makes the drinks, you continue to talk to her.

“So,” Delilah begins. “If you could visit the future or the past, what would it be?”

You think briefly. This wasn’t exactly something you lingered on for too long, but you gave her your answer. She nods, listening intently on your reply. She perks a little bit and smiles. “I, myself, would love to go back in time and see everything before it was normal. I’m not sure if I told you this, but I actually like learning about history when I was still in school. It’s kinda useless these days, but it made me long for a life back in the 50’s or even 60’s.”

Delilah pauses. “Didn’t we talk about this before?”

“Ah, yes.” You reply. “But, some time has passed since then.”

You banter on for a while, continuing to talk about the past. When it dies out you chase her with another question. “How big of a night owl are you? I’ve mostly found you when it’s nearly midnight, if not later.”

“Oh you know that already. I’m a huge nightowl!” she exclaims. “I know it’s kinda weird, maybe a little more so for a girl, but I feel safer at night, I feel like I’m more concealed in the darkness. I like being alone.”

She looks at you. “Well, alone with the right kind of company.” She winks.

Your drinks are served. You grabbed your glass and she grabs hers. “I’m happy that it’s me that gets to keep you company.” You tilt your head and smirk at her. She blushes slightly and looks away, bringing the glass to her lips. Maisie didn't you give this many butterflies. Delilah truly is different...

You finish your drink and order another. Delilah follows you, getting a second drink after finishing her first. You get another drink, this time it’s harder. Delilah considers stopping here, but she gets a third as well.

Delilah does what you are doing pretty well. And she doesn’t seem to be getting too confused. Her speech remains about the same, so you continue drinking and talking for as long as you can.

Your mind is starting to get a little foggy, so stop after finishing your forth. Fifth? Sixth? You don’t know actually. You exhale, gathering your thoughts. You clean your teeth with your tongue and stretch. What were you talking about again? You look at Delilah, who’s expression in a deep rosy color. She smiles at you broadly and bows her head.

“Oh no,” you say. “Are you OK?” You look down at the counter and count more glasses than you thought you had. You look up at Delilah.

“I’m kinda horny.” She says flatly. Delilah is drunk and apparently horny. “Come over here.”

Her speech is slurred. You stand up and grab her, telling her that you’ll walk her home. She wraps herself around your arms and shoulders, kissing you on the mouth. The taste of the past drink spilled from her mouth and into yours. You push you away and giggle. “Calm down, girl. I’ll get you home.”

She grabs your cock. It’s hard and sudden enough that you jolt, gasping a little at the unexpected sensation of her actions. “Are we gonna fuck there?”

You grab her wrist and push her away. You have never seen Delilah like this.