The Pub

All else fails, ****. I don’t like to think of myself as an alcoholic, but I did like the stuff a bit more than the average uni kid. I headed into town and found myself a nice enough pub, sitting myself down at the bar and starting myself off with a beer.

I people watched as I drank it, it was still early enough in the evening, but some people were plastered already. I watched a cute girl talking with some guy, she could do so much better. She eventually looked over at me and I shot her what I hoped was a charming grin.

She started walking over and I downed the rest of my drink. I could see her features better, brown curls tied back in a ponytail, pink lips all shimmery with lip gloss, and a small pair of hoop earrings. She sat down in the stool next to me, which was a good sign.

“Hey, handsome, don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” she said, her voice was softer, and she had that cute British accent I’ve gotten used to.

“Oh I’ve been here a couple times, guess I just haven’t been lucky enough to run into you.” I turned to the bartender and asked for another beer before turning to the girl. “So what do you say? You give me your name, and I’ll buy you a drink.”

She giggled a bit, a soft little laugh. “It’s Charlotte. And for that drink I’ll have a daiquiri.”

I smiled and held my hand out. “Rasp.”

We shook and the bartender gave us our drinks. We exchanged some small talk, she asked about my accent, I told her about Germany. We got another round. She told me about her major, I told her about mine. I took a shot of whiskey, she had a margarita. I asked about her lipgloss, she told me I could try it. Before I knew it I had lipgloss smeared over my lips. Oh, and she was kissing me. And I was kissing back.

It was messy, but we were both a little too drunk to care. My hand found its way into her hair, she was pulling at my jacket and her hands started roaming over my body. Normally I’d already have clammed up, or at least gotten nervous from her hands, but the **** was hitting me, and who was I to stop that?

Then her hands found my boobs.

It was like a sharp smack back to reality. I broke the kiss a bit too hastily and she noticed, quickly pulling her hands back. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t ask.”

I just shook my head, wiping her lipgloss off my mouth. “It’s okay, I just had a break up recently, don’t know how soon I wanna get back to that.”

That was utter bullshit. My last break up was over two years ago, and surprise surprise, I’m still a virgin. I could make out all I wanted, but as soon as they went for my boobs or slipped their hand to my waistband, it was done. I would chicken out.

Charlotte nodded slightly, clearly looking sorry. “Sorry. I’ll just let you have some space.” She got up and pulled a pen from her bag, scribbling a number on a napkin before passing it to me. “Call me if you ever want an actual date.”

She kissed my cheek before walking off, vanishing into the crowd. I stuffed the napkin in my pocket and got up from the bar, adjusting my jacket. I made my way through some groups of people, walking outside. The air was cool and crisp, a welcome change from the hot and stuffy pub.

I tried to sort myself out a bit before heading back, I didn’t feel too drunk, but I definitely smelled like ****, Ann would know what was up. I felt my lip, it was a bit swollen, Charlotte must’ve sucked on it or something. Maybe it’d die down by the time I got back.