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Like most conversations, you blabber on about your day or any new family drama while Vi listens intently, nodding or humming along in acknowledgment. Only speaking a word or two as she gives you her full attention.

Earlier on in the night, Vi had ordered your drinks. The regular whiskey for her, and a sweet drink of your choice. She’d offered to buy you a glass of whiskey for you to try, seeing as how you always eye her when she drinks it. What she doesn’t seem to understand is that the reason you’re eyeing her while she drinks is to watch her strong hands wrap around the small glass. You watch the way her throat bobs as she swallows the liquor. The way she licks at her lips and wipes it away with the back of her hand is almost dizzying.

“You got a staring problem, babe.” She says softly, ducking her head slightly to catch your wandering gaze.

“Mm. Says you. You’re always eyeing me up and down.” You lean your elbow on the bar, resting your head in your hand as you stare up at her. Vi is always staring at someone or something. Scaring any creeps off with that harsh scowl.

“Can’t help it.” Her hand falls back to your thigh and squeezes softly. “Pretty thing like you is made to be looked at.”

You just smile and roll your eyes, looking back to your drink.

“…You sure you don’t want to try some again?” She says, gesturing with her pointer finger to her glass of bourbon. Last time you tried some, you couldn’t stop coughing as Vi just chuckled, rubbing your back.

You think for a moment. “Ah, sure. Why not. Just a little though.”

Before you could reach for her whiskey, she brings the glass to her lips, sipping while keeping eye contact with you. Confused, you watch as she swallows and places the glass back down, before she reaches over and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in to a deep kiss.

You squeal in surprise as she cradles your face with her hand, her other resting on the bar. Your eyes flutter closed as Vi parts your lips with her tongue, exhaling through her nose. You melt in your seat as she licks into your mouth, spreading the strong, bitter taste of her whiskey. She goes to pull away but you lean forward and deepen the kiss, resting your hand on her shoulder cradling her cheek with the other, desperately chasing the taste of her.

Vi groans as you lick back into her mouth, the vibration spreads straight to your core. Distantly, you can hear people at the bar laughing and cheering. You shift in your seat, edging closer to Vi as you clench your thighs and ball her shirt in your fist, licking over her lips, chasing the strong taste of her.

“Woah, easy.” She laughs, her hand on your chest as she pushes you back gently, watching the way you pant for air. “Breathe, baby.” She chuckles, clearly not anticipating this type of reaction from a simple kiss. “I take it you like it then?” She asks, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“I don’t… I don’t know. Can I have another taste? Please?”

Vi laughs as she runs a hand through her hair, standing up out of the squeaky bar stool.

“You’re trouble.” She chuckles, pulling you out of your chair and wrapping her arm around your waist. She leans down, letting her lips brush over your ear as she whispers,

“I’ve got a better bottle at home. Wanna get out of here?”

You nod vigorously as goosebumps erupt all over your body. Vi, patting your ass as she leads you out the bar.