I ran into her one night outside of a club that once kicked me out for sneaking in with a basketball jersey and Home Depot chain I used to keep my press pass on. The place is a big, steaming pile of dick. But she was with her gay best friend and a couple other editorial types I knew, and they convinced me to jump in the line. As I said, she liked her drink, and as I was pretty much drinking for a living at the time, I couldn’t in good conscience say no to the racks of shots she ordered once we got in. We went outside to where the playboys were at and, to my immense surprise, she plopped onto my lap once we all got a table. We all bullshitted for awhile until she whispered the magic words in my ear.
“This is getting boring. Let’s get out of here.”
She’s relatively forward, and I’m decidedly not, so I let her drag me all over town going wherever one of us knew a bartender that would let us drink for free. I distinctly remember feeling pretty fucking cool having this bird on my arm at all the places I normally showed up to like a dirtbag.
Eventually we ended up at another douche-filled club that was about to close, but she knew the bouncer and got us in, all the while acting like it was a massive favor. The upstairs was blocked off with the standard VIP velvet rope, but the rest of the place looked like the progeny of Chernobyl worker’s radiated testes stole their dad’s white uniforms and popped the collars.
“Fuck this,” she said, unhooking the rope and setting it aside. “Let’s go up top.”
I have to admit, the top floor was pretty cool: a bunch of couches and futons separated from each other by big tapestries and whatnot. Then again, it could have been a cut-rate brothel. I was pretty fucking tossed at that point.
She pulled me over to one of the couches and we started making out. I’m sure everyone has done this once or twice, so there’s no need for lurid descriptions of the tongue action. After a while I tried to fingerblast her a few times and she told me to wait. We grabbed a cab and headed to her place.
Once we to her apartment she rushed into the bathroom to do whatever stuff it is girls do. I rummaged through her kitchen and, true to form, she had a bottle of Jamison in the freezer. It was three AM and I was exceedingly drunk, so another drink or too seemed like a perfectly good idea. It was also around this time that I managed to notice that I had a pretty serious erection thanks to the previous few hours of outercourse. She got out of the bathroom and told me to come into the bedroom. I slugged the couple fingers of Jamison that were left and was headed into her room but stopped midway.
