Lolly

"Fuck.." She huffed out, this was the third damn time her friend bailed on her. They were supposed to sneak into a bar together-, the country one down the street- The Last Stop being its name. Everybody knows they are willing to let underage girls in if theyre hot enough, but unfortunately for her she was very much average looking. Fuck it, she thought. she was fed up with her friends bullshit, if the let her in, then awesome! If they dont- then fuck them, I mean who needs them anyways right? She could always just steal some of her moms wine, and fill the rest with water- its not like she would notice anyways, she would be too busy fighting with her boyfriend.

And so she pushed up her boobs, sprayed on her favorite hello kitty perfume, re-aplied her lipstick and marched toward the direction of The Last Stop. As she was getting closer and closer her heart began to hammer nervously, rethinking her every decision that led her here. Fuck what was she thinking? she looks like a baby- and an ugly one at that. Whatever, its too late to turn back now, you only live once, right?

"Hey."

"Hii" She greeted the bouncer, he was short for a man, but very muscular and was covered in tattoos, therefore making him intimidating.

"You got an ID?" He said gruffly, not even sparing her a second glace. Fuck how could she think this would ever work? She doesn't have the looks or the confidence. No! You cant give up yet, give it your best, and then moan and whine. Suck it up. she scolded herself.

"Um, nope, I left it at home," She smiled flirtatiously before continuing, "but thank you! I guess all those serums really did pay off." She laughed, trying to seem flattered rather than nervous. He looked her up and down, slightly pulling down his sunglasses to see better. God this moment felt like eternity- if hell was real, this was it.

Finally he hummed a disinterested, "Mhhm." and waved in the direction of the entrance. Has she really gotten in? No way! Her friend is gonna be so jealous when she hears about this! I guess the counsel at her school really was right when he said things will soon start looking up for her. She hurried up in there before he could change his mind, however when she walked in she didnt know what to do. She never thought so far ahead about this.

"Uhh okay lets just sit at the bar.." She quietly mumbled to herself. She walked up to an empty chair, sitting down, relieved she found somewhere to sit in such a cramped up space. however before her ass could hit the stool somebody tapped her shoulder. she wipped around, thinking they realized she was a big fat liar, and were about to kick her out.

"Um youre sitting in my seat," a brunette woman said, giving her a side eye "you can see my purse there.."

"Oh right, sorry-"

"Yeah you best be sorry, thats my man next to you."

"Oh I didnt mean to- uh, sorry" She moved out of the way- or rather was shoved out of the way by the rude woman. She must have looked like a lost puppy- standing there looking around, uncertain where to sit or what to do. It was just her luck to offend some tramp, and her gross looking boyfriend.

"Hey," she turned, trying to locate the source of the voice.

"yeah you." She squinted a little, turning around some more, making a fool of her self. Fuck what if they werent even taking to her, "Me?"

The mysterious man laughed, "Yeah. You." Finally she saw him, sitting a few feet away with a light grin on his face. He had a black cowboy hat sat lowly on his head, his clothes were all black, a little distressed but clean. She blushed, walking towards him with her head down. he was a very attractive and it made her a tad nervous- oh who was she kidding, it made her a fuck load of nervous.

"Yeah?"

"I saw you over there, looking all lost. This your first time here?" She just nodded, making him chuckle once more. "Well come on, I got a free seat right next to me."

She quietly thanked him as she took a seat, playing with her hair- a nervous habit of hers.

"So, what does a lady like you drink?"

"I like beer, I know its not very lady-like, but its good."

"Well then, how about Guiness?"

"Sounds great, thank you- umm.."

"Norman, but you can call me Norm."

"Thank you, Norm."

He waved the bartender over, ordering both of them beer, and quizzed, "Im here because I was supposed to meet with a friend, but he bailed last minute. What about you? You seem too innocent to go here fishing for a hook up."

"Same, actually my friend she- innocent? What about me is innocent?" She giggled, she had spent all this time getting ready, trying to look older than she actually is, like shes anything but innocent.

He took a sip, making a point to empathize him looking her over, "I mean come on, look at you!"

"What?" She quipped back, smiling.

"Your dress is bright pink, youre like a highlighter in here."

"Well pink is my favorite so.." She meant for this to come out sounding more playfull but her insecurities betrayed her, making her sound more defensive than anything. This was her favorite dress and she thought she looked hot in it. She probably looked like a child stealing her moms clothes, playing dress up.

"You look great, dont worry." he said, looking her over again, but almost lustful this time. "More than great, you look sexy as hell."

After the compliment, she felt her face burn, her fingers tightening around the beer glass. No one had ever called her sexy before, her mom would say she looked sweet, her friends would just say she looked cute, and her classmates made jokes about kissing her. But sexy? That was different. It made her stomach flip.

Norman smirked, watching her reaction with amusement. "You’re easily flustered, aren’t you?"

She tried to play it off, laughing as she took another sip. "Yeah, well, must be the beer doing it."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I don’t think so. I think I know exactly what’s making you blush." His voice was low, teasing, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah? Whats that?"

"I think you like what I said.." he gulped down the rest of his beer, before continuing, "And youre not used to it- to people telling you the truth, that youre one hell of a beauty."

She laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just drunk."

"Well then, would you like to get more?" She nodded, smiling coyly. He ordered another beer, and then another- and another, and suddenly her vision was blurry and everything became much funnier. She didnt feel that sickening anxiety anymore, didnt hear that voice in the back of her head telling her she doesn't belong there, that this was dangerous, or that hes too old for her. He might have been, but that concern was long gone- drowned in the booze.

She only took a shot once, she didn't know what exactly was in it, but it was disguising and she barfed it up immediately after ingesting it. She was so embarrassed she didn't even wait for her uber, just ran home. Since then she swore never to take another shot again, so she really wasn't sure how the hell had he convinced her to try it again. Maybe it was the way he looked her over while suggesting it- like his gaze could strip her bare, or maybe it was the way the bar lights hit his arms, they looked like they belong on a sculpture of a Greek god. Whatever it may have been, it was as if she had been enchanted in to compliance, agreeing with anything and everything those gorgeous blue eyes asked of her.

When the bartender brought it over, she suddenly wasn't so sure anymore, she would never forgive herself for throwing up in front of him. God she would never be able show her face around here again, and this bar was her only option for the foreseeable future. Fuck, maybe the anxiety wasn't completely gone.

"Never did one before? Oh dont act so surprised, I see you hesitating." Oh no, was it that obvious? He laughed, a sound resembling more of a low rumble than a chuckle. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, just sitting there with a coy tight lipped smile of embarrassment plastered on her face. She shook her head, choosing to lie rather than to humiliate herself with the truth.

"Thats alright, theres nothing to be scared of. We'll do it together, hm?"

"Okay.."

"On one.. two... three," She clumsily grabbed the tiny glass and showed the contents of it down her throat. Oh shit that burns, she could feel the spicy saliva forming under her tongue. Luckily she didn't feel like puking- yet.

"Ew thats nasty, why the hell would you willingly drink that?" She half joked as she looked over to see him chuckling with the glass shot in his hand, still full to the brim with the devils liquid.

"Hey! You asshole, you tricked me!" She half heartedly scolded him, trying to act offended but the beaming smile on her face was telling another story.

"You should have seen your face, all scrunched up."

"Hey, no. No making fun of me, lets see how you handle it, huh?" She teased some more, "Big macho-man.

However to her surprise- or rather amazement, he just drank it with a straight face, not breaking eye contact once. You would have thought it was water if he wasn't at a bar. She would have quipped back with a snarky coment, but the victory grin he proudly wore on his face was un-godly attractive. She wondered if this was the devilish charm they talk about in the Bible. Maybe it was all the alcohol in her system, but if he asked to take her virginity right then and there she wouldn't hesitate to say yes. God he wouldn't even have to ask, she could just lean over and-

her mouth clashed in to his before she could second guess it. The alcohol had loosened her limbs, but it was something else, something reckless that made her lean in first. His lips were worm, faintly tasting of cigarettes and liquor.

she pulled back slightly, breathless, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding. Norman didn't pull away. Instead he smirked, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.

"Youre full of surprise," He murmured, his voice low and rough.

She bit her lip, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar. "I- I dont usually do stuff like this.."

"Like what?" He teased, his thumb tracing the back of her hand. "Kiss strangers In your bar who could be your daddy?" Something inside her physically shifted upon hearing him say that, and she loved it- no, craved it. "Or drink things that burn like fire?"

She laughed, a sound so light and breathy. "Both, I guess."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear, "Good."

The moment stretched between them, thick with unspoken tension. She should have been terrified, she barely knew him, and he was older- like way older, and the alcohol clouded her judgment. But none of that mattered even a little bit when his lips met hers again, softer this time, more deliberate.

When they finally broke apart, she felt dizzy- not just from the drinks, but from the way her body hummed under his touch.

"So," He said, his voice amused, "what now?"

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. She could go home. She could call an uber. She could pretend this night never happened- hell, she should.

But for the first time, she didnt want to do any of those things.