It Was Just a Night at the Bar

After about fifteen minutes of "Real Partying" at lame-ass clubs in my stupid looking dress and converse, i ditch the party set up for me. Everyone was laughing and dancing at the new bar that was oh so well liked. No one even noticed when i left my own party, which i honestly couldn't have cared less. I walked six blocks before getting to my favorite bar in all of New York. Sure it was dangerous for a girl of my age and looks to be walking around New York at this time of night, but i was ready to blow my fucking brains out anyways.

"I'll have what ever is new on tap." i said to Manny, the bartender. And sure, i just turned twenty-one tonight, but of course I've been faking my age for years, except to Manny, who was a close friend.

"I see you bailed on the party." he said as he passed me a golden brew.

"Obviously." i said as i started to chug.
I started to finish the first round and asked for another. After that, another. Before i knew it, i was on my forth glass of beer.

"Slow your roll, Princess. I got you something since you've had such a shitty day." Manny then passed me seven shots of tequila.

"Why seven?" i asked.

"One for every three years you've legally missed out on alcohol. It's a weird tradition my brothers and i did." he said as he wiped off the counter. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my head back, taking in each shot. I started feeling a buzz in my right temple, then the world around me started wobbling.

"Manny!" another customer called from across the bar.

"Sorry, Jace, I gotta get this, have a good one." he said before walking away from me.

I stood up and stumbled. I felt myself bump into a dancing body.

"I'm- I'm so sorry." i said, slurring my words together.

"Are you okay?" the guy laughed.

"Yes, totally, yes." i said, knowing i had had too much, even though it was only seven shots and four beers, nothing compared to the blackout drinking I was used to.

"Well I'd say you're pretty fine." he said looking me up and down with deep green eyes. I had to hand it to him, he was pretty clever. He had tattoos up and down his arms and some peeking from the collar of his chest. He had chestnut curls atop his head and a grin so twisted into a smirk i could barely stand it.

"Would you now?" i said as i held onto his arms for balance.

He looked me up and down again before looking to my eyes. "Was tonight something special?" he asked referring to my dress.

"Yes. My twenty-first birthday, Mr.Stranger." i said giggling at the end. Fuck I'm so tipsy.

"Has your boyfriend spoiled you with birthday sex yet?" he asked. I could feel my stomach get tingly. Maybe from the booze or maybe from the thought of sex, who knows?

"Nope," i shook my head. "I don't have a boyfriend." I smiled, knowing i'd be able to get this guy in bed easy. He was hornier than i was, and i was a drunk 21 year old girl getting flirted with by a hot guy, so that's saying something.

"Really?" he said in a surprised voice. "There wouldn't be any chance of me taking you home now, would there?"

"That depends. What's your name?" i asked.

"Harry Styles, at your service." He bowed. Wow, for some guy at the bar he sure is polite before getting into your pants.

"And I'm Jacey Hansen." I said. "But before anything happens I hope you know that i don't do one night stands." i said as i asserted my female dominance over him. But he just laughed, he obviously knew he was in control, and that's when that side of him came out.

"Oh baby of course not, because by the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming for more." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let's go back to my place...It's less than a block away" I said feeling an ache in between my legs grow as i stood.

"Sounds good." He smirked as we walked outside, his hand firmly on my bum as we walked.

Notes

Jacey isn't used to this type of thing, her behaviour is based on the amount of alcohol in her system, so dont think this is normal for her. i hope you guys enjoy this series, i'll put out the smut tomorrow morning. <3333