Club Night 2 - Building Chemistry

You really, REALLY wanted not to laugh. And yet, as hard as you tried, there is no other possible reaction to the monstrosity that tomboy has drawn.

"Alright, that's a bit much, don't ya think." Zoey huffs, likely not actually offended by your heartful laughter.

"Sorry, sorry." you apologize, trying to catch your breath. "I mean, I guess you could call these legs."

"Fuck. You." Zoey smirks and tries to take the beermat away from you, but you're quick enough to hold it out of her reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." you tut. "I'm keeping this masterpiece."

"Didn't take you for a bitch like that, you know." Zoey jokes, crossing her arms.

"Bitch, huh?" you raise an eyebrow and smirk. Oh, you're starting to feel real confident now.

Then suddenly, Zoey jumps up from her barstool and with surprising quickness, she steps closer to you, grabbing the wrist of your hand that's holding her beermat. Suddenly having her right in front of you, your hand held above your head, you find yourself quite overwhelmed and thus, you just blankly stare at her for a moment.

"Yes. A bitch." Zoey repeats, a grin tugging at her lips. Oof, it's getting real hot in here, isn't it?

"Hey, everything okay?" the barkeeper's voice sounds from the side.

"Yes!" you blurt out without even thinking first because yes, this is very much okay, hot damn. Zoey doesn't avert her gaze from you and just smiles deviously.

"You know what - keep it. If you like it that much." she says and - unfortunately - let's go of your wrist.

"I... will." you nod, feeling your cheeks burning and a weird desire to not ever let go of the beermat.

"I could use some fresh air. Wanna join me?" Zoey suggests and motions towards the exit.

"Sure." you agree, trying to sound a bit more composed and casual again.

Zoey leads the way once again but this time, she leads you by your hand. She might only do that in order to not lose you in the crowd but still, the gesture is making you feel things. The pair of you eventually make it outside and the cold night air is a welcome change. It's nowhere near freezing, but quite a lot cooler than inside, in between all these people.

"Fuuuck, that's better." Zoey sighs, stretching her - beautifully buff - arms and taking a deep breath. God, the way your gawking at her muscles, you're really no better than her with your cleavage.

"It is." you nod, taking a deep breath yourself.

"Wanna walk a bit?" Zoey suggests and nods her head down the street, but oh, SHIT. Now that the club's noise is muffled... it' her. It's definitely her. You have almost forgotten about it, but hearing her speak now brings it all back. This is the one with the raspy voice. The one who banged a chick in the restroom.

"Ronya?" the girl (?) calls, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah! Yeah, uh, sorry." you shake your head and clear your throat. "Walking sounds nice."

"Cool." Zoey smiles and starts walking. "Say, what's your stance on smoking?"

"Just a party smoker, you?" you answer truthfully. You've never been big on smoking but somehow, people who do smoke have always had this strange appeal to you. Perhaps it's just the aesthetics.

"Same." Zoey replies and pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her vest pocket. "Want one?"

"Sure." you agree and the two of you stop for a moment. She hands you a cigarette and you put it between your lips. Zoey then lights her own and proceeds to light yours. As she does, her eyes naturally focus on the cigarette in your mouth and the flame dances in her green eyes. Somehow it feels like the world around you stops for a few seconds while you look at her dimly lit face.

"There you go." Zoe says and lets the flame die.

"Thanks." you smile and start walking again. However, the second your mind frees itself from the strangely intimate moment, it jumps back to the restroom. Could she really have a dick down there??

"Okay, sorry but I gotta ask." Ronya then suddenly begins, pulling you out of your thoughts once more.

"Hm?" you hum, trying to hide the slight panic.

"Have you..." Zoey hesitates and looks ahead, seemingly thinking. "This'll sound weird as fuck but have you, by any chance, been to the restroom earlier? Like, maybe an hour or two ago?"

"Oh my god, yes I have!" you blurt out, an intense sense of relief about her bringing it up keeping you from containing yourself.

"I KNEW I recognized your voice!" Zoey exclaims, laughing a hearty laugh.

"I didn't wanna ask!" you explain, so fucking glad to have the topic finally out in the open and it seems like Zoey is feeling the exact same.

"Damn, I'm so sorry. That must've been so awkward." Zoey apologizes but laughs.

"Nah, I mean... I guess it was." you admit. "But to be perfectly honest - it didn't sound too bad, haha."

"Haha, she just didn't wanna shut up, did she." Zoey continues laughing.

"Zoey, I'm sorry but that was a restroom. You can hear every single thing." you point out.

"Ah, fair." Zoey gives in and takes a drag. "Thanks for being cool about it though."

"Of course." you assure her. "But, uhm, you wouldn't mind me being a bit curious now, right?"

"What, about the sex?" Zoey asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, partly." you shrug, a little embarrassed. "I was just wondering about... well, how..."

A second of silence follows until Zoey seems to realize what you're asking.

"Ohhh, that, yeah." Zoey grins and shrugs. "Well, I have a dick."