As we walked towards Flynn’s, The Pharmacist rambled on about something with the current boyfriend of hers, about how all he ever does is talk about himself and never once really questions her days, what she wants to do in life, her goals, anything.
Its 2015 and it seems some guys still have no clue how to be tuned in…
I’ve always made it a point to try and support someone else’s goals if I feel there might be something long-term worth working towards. Keep in mind, I did not say forget your own and immerse yourself in theirs. But I digress….
We walked along the narrow footpath, her clutching me close and squeezing my palm. I gave her a smile, to which she would question “what?”. I’d say nothing, just keep smiling and turn my head straight again.
Before long we were at the front steps to Flynn’s, which I think is the only real prominent spot to have a good time on the Island. We rendezvoused with two of her friends that were there to see the band that was playing that evening, as well as keeping my head on a swivel to check for another familiar face I’d hope not to cross paths with there. One of the other girls from the gym happened to be at a bachelorette party there, and I was almost certain we’d be spotted by her. She’s friends with one of the biggest gossipers at my gym, and I prefer to keep my business these days private. Luckily we never did.
Upon meeting the two other women, I figured what the heck, a round for the four of us. It was my birthday weekend after all, and I’d have plenty being passed to me. 4 Vodka & Sodas were passed around as we made our way outside to the second bar/dancefloor, where a bikini contest was underway. I made it a point to oogle and holler at them like all the other guys right in front of The Pharmacist, to which she got a bit of a jealous kick out of and ribbed me a few times. My standard response was a laugh and a shit-eating grin, followed by pulling her close to me and steering her back towards the bar.
By the time the band came on stage the four of us were already a few drinks in the hole. The Pharmacist had pretty much come straight from work without eating, and we all know what happens when you drink on an empty stomach. We had commenced to buying alternate rounds, with a few shots in between. Getting sloppy quickly was an understatement.
I was talking to her friend for a short moment when I got nudged by The Pharmacist and a shot glass pushed into my face.
“I got you a shot of Patron for ya…Happy Birthday sweetie!” She kissed me on the cheek as I downed the tequila while grabbing her waist with my free hand, pulling her in close. Her arms found their way around my waist, smiling and watching me shake my head in fervor as I always do with strong drinks.
The band came on shortly after, playing several good covers in a row. I took a breather for a moment to walk to the other side of bar and have a look over the sound, taking in the glow of the setting sun and having some thoughts to myself.
Can’t say I’ve had this much fun for a birthday in a long time…I wonder what’s in the cards for us…
I snapped out of my gaze and looked over my shoulder, The Pharmacist across the ways smiling at me and giving me a ‘come hither’ motion with her outstretched arm. Take a sip, savor it, exhale, collect my thoughts and return.
She wrapped her arms around my waist once more, swaying me back and forth as the interim DJ struck up a few popular beats. Her friend gave me a ‘come here’ look on her face, so I pried myself away to pique my curiousity.
“She’s had wayyy too much to drink…I’ve only seen her like this once! You need to cut her off soon…”
I didn’t need to be reminded twice. Several thoughts had come to mind of previous get-togethers with other women where the drinking had exceeded their emotional capacity, turning them from sexually-tensioned females to waterworks-laden, projectile vomiting beasts. I was trying to end this day on a good note, not one of clothes reeking of alcohol-stained stomach matter.
No sooner did I turn around when The Pharmacist practically tackled me in her somewhat inebriated state. I held my ground, saving us the embarrassment of landing in several peoples drinks and probably getting tossed from the joint. I pulled her to an isolated corner of the bar.
“No need getting all excited to see me honey, I’m not going anywhere,” I said with a slight smirk.
“What did Megan want? You were talking to her for a long time” (in reality it was no longer than 30 seconds…you know how time takes forever in drunk-land).
I figured I’d get slapped for this one, but now was the time to try the jerkboy charm.
“Oh nothing, she was asking for my number, thought I was cute and had a good dance routine going on with ya. You don’t mind sharing do you?” a huge shit-eating grin crossed my face.
The Pharmacist shoved me away, but not before landing a good one right to my ribcage. That’s gonna leave a mark… I was laughing so hard I had to sit back for a second and steady myself, before reaching over to pull her back to me, wrapping my arms around her from behind.
“Now now, don’t be rude in public. Save the fists and the slapping for the bedroom,” I whispered in her ear. She squeezed my forearms in acknowledgement as I felt her anger subside. She takes well to commands. I’m beginning to like this!
Another round of shots comes up from the bar, the house is buying. I contemplate taking it for a moment, before her hand guides my arm to my face and I’m downing it anyway. We dance some more, things are much more carefree in my mind, I spout off some pretty sexual things that I don’t really remember, and then it happened.
The band finishes playing their second set, The Pharmacist turns to me and puts her arms around my neck. She’s got that look in her eyes….I pause, nose to nose, peering intently into her world, when I feel her nose slip next to mine. We lock lips, slow at first, building into a feverish tempo that only a buzzed mentality brings about. I break first, pulling back to catch my breath and lock eyes again, before she moves in for the kill, pulling on my lower lip first before assaulting my tongue with hers. Even drunk, my raging boner showed signs of appreciation.
This continued for the next few songs. Dance, flirt/kiss, poke fun at each other, few negs, some obscene jokes that resulted in me getting jabbed again, rinse and repeat. We escaped the noise that was part combination loud-speaker blaring in my left ear and a bar crowd that was starting to get a little unruly for my tastes. Walking the docks hand in hand, we stopped at the end to sit down and let our ears and minds drain of the madness that was ensuing. I leaned back against a piling, her curling up between my legs, resting her head on my chest.
“I’m happy…” she said quietly. I said nothing as usual, just caressing her hand. I took a peek at my watch, It was past 8:30 at this point and the next ferry would be leaving at 9:40. We intended on staying until the last one at 11:10 but I highly doubt we would have made it. Saying goodbye to her two friends, I led her off down the brightly lit path when one of the transformers up on the pole let go with a loud bang.
Everything was plunged into darkness, along with the hoots and hollers of all the drunks walking around. Armed with the trusty smartphone flashlight (comes in handy for times like these), we followed the beaten path back towards the ferry, where the lights were still working. Instead of making a right for the docks, she pulled me left towards the beach.
“I’ve gotta pee, cmon lets go to the beach..I wanna see it” she mumbled incoherently. Being buzzed myself I let out a short laugh and followed behind. It wasn’t much of a walk, only a few minutes. We plodded our way down to waters edge, I taking a stretch and laying out on the sand while I watched her dance around with her panties to the side, trying to pop a squat doing the drunk lean.
She finished up, kinda walked around a bit, ending her little jaunt in the sand at my feet. Kneeling down, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my crotch, draping her hair in my face before we began yet another tongue twisting fight. She ground her hips into mine, my hands finding their way to her soft, supple ass cheeks and giving a tug on each. Her hands found their way to my zipper, furiously tugging at the button trying to release the raging hard-on I had. I pulled her panties to the side and slipped a finger in. She’s super hot, and creaming my finger..Jesus…