Talk to the guy holding the beer

Deciding I can congratulate the birthday boy later I set my sights on the guy at the entrance holding a beer. Jealous when I see he is already talking to some blonde I have seen here before I decide to see if he is still interested in me. Keeping my eyes low, feeling a little uncomfortable with how bold this feels but also curious from his staring I walk towards him.

When I look up only about ten feet from him he turns his attention away from the blonde and looks at me with a knowing smile spreading across his face "I was wondering when you'd give in."

"I'm sorry?"

"Pretty girls like you... you know what you want but taking it? That is completely different. And uncommon."

" How do you know I wasn't just leaving? You're standing right by the exit." Feeling a little haughty from the liquid courage starting to go to my head I smirk at him.

"I saw you staring at me from the bar so don't try to play coy." He chuckles at me and I blush that my cover was blown so early into the night. "Is that a screaming orgasm? I've always wanted to try one of those but never wanted to order one because they sound very girly."

After staring at him for a minute I decide I'm interested in him despite his cocky attitude, or maybe because of it. Tall, blue-eyed and ruggedly handsome with dark brown hair and a trimmed beard made him a fitting stereotype of 'tall, dark and handsome' but I would be crazy to complain. Plus if I didn't try that blonde would definitely be making her rounds again soon and I did not want to lose such a good looking catch to her. "You could try mine? It is one of my favorite drinks. And screaming orgasms are not just for ladies." I winked at him and my sub conscious groaned in embarrassment at my weak attempt at flirting. He looked slightly older than me, maybe by five years but definitely not by over ten but when he smiled at my offer he looked almost younger than me.

"That is very sweet of you, I'd like that. I try yours, you try mine?" I hand him my drink and he takes a sip from it, smiling again once he swallow. "Not strong enough for me, but a good drink."

"I thought it was pretty strong the first time I tried it, what do you drink? I've only seen you with a beer and you can't tell me that is strong and this isn't."

Ignoring my question, he went a little off topic. "We both know you're not drinking just for the taste. You slammed those shots pretty quickly. So it doesn't surprise me you kept drinking something you thought was strong at first."

"You've been watching me?"

"I was looking at the bar and you happened to be there."

"That sounds like a crock of shit, I think." I take a long sip of my drink and when I lower the glass I see he is trying to hold back a laugh.

"Why don't you finish that and let me buy you a real drink?"

"What would a real drink be?" I know I was planning to drink only what I had last weekend but I am pretty sure no one honestly expected me to stick to that. I can't remember what I had for dinner three days ago much less what got me almost blackout drunk last weekend.

He winks at me. "It's a surprise, drink and you'll find out."

I follow him to the bar and when he tells me no peeking or listening to what he orders I wave up to Lily and Lucas but they seem busy making out so I don't try to get their attention for more than a quick second. Realizing I don't know his name I turn around about to ask it when he hands me the drink.

Drinks are experience here in the city, especially cocktails, So I decide to enjoy this free one and drink it quickly sticking my tongue out afterwards in disgust. He grins at me, clearly amused, and we settle into a smooth conversation telling each other about ourselves.

"I don't know your name, I'm Klara." I stick my hand out to shake his and he politely takes my hand in his and gives it a firm, almost too tight shake.

"I'm Jason. Nice to meet you Klara. I'm 28, and I'm a sound technician at one of the studios around here, and I'm a bouncer here on Monday and Tuesday nights as well. How old are you?"

"I'm 21, my birthday was last weekend." We talk for a few minutes but I start feeling very warm, warmer than before. A little dizzy, almost, but it's probably because of the amount of **** I've had in the last 30 minutes. "It is really, really hot in here." I take a step back from the bar but put my hand on it to steady myself. "Is it just me? Or can you feel that too?"

Jason visibly rakes his eyes up my body and normally I would call a guy out for that but right now I think I need some air. "I think I can feel it too. Let's go outside." Instead of showing me to the front entrance he steers me into the hall where the bathrooms are and we go out the back door that is directly into the alley.

"It got dark fast...." I mumble, stumbling over my own two feet while trying to concentrate on drinking in the fresh night air. "Whoa... I think something is wrong. Can you go get my friends? They're- they're on the second-"

"Relax, just let me..." I feel his hands grasp my upper arms right before everything goes black.