Dylan was drunk off her ass, she had never been this wasted, not even in college and it was a school night but she had been so⌠upset about finding out her mother had had another child, she had an older sister and hid it from her for⌠Well her whole life and then ambushed her with said older sister without any kind of warning, granted it was less awful than what she had imagined, one of her parents dying or getting divorced or her being adopted, she couldnât believe her father had lied to her, he kept sending her texts about it was not something for him to tell her, it was her motherâs past and blah blah.
So here she was at a bar, her father kept transferring money to her personal account, saying she could his card, that she had for emergencies, like money would fix years of lies. She huffed.
She felt a hand rub her back, she had her head buried in her arms and she was sitting by the bar and honestly couldnât even remember the last hour.
âHey.â She heard a voice say next to her, the soothing motion on her hand continued. âHereâs your girl.â She heard and gentle hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, she saw the face of a very good looking stranger and she smiled all drunkenly at her.Â
âHey, Iâm Dylan.â She said and the stranger woman chuckled.
âI know, honey, weâve known each other for the last hour.â She added and pushed Dylan gently against a warm body behind her. âShe was talking about sisters and liars and buying a yacht for revenge and donating it for charity, she bought drinks for the whole bar at least twice⌠I didnât want anyone taking advantage and she mentioned you a couple of times.â The stranger talked to the warm body Dylan was leaning against. The woman looked from Dylan to whoever was behind her a couple of times before a playful smirk pulled at her lips that Dylan mimicked because she was drunk. âIf youâre still sure youâre single once youâreâŚ. less drunk and rode out the hangover⌠Give me a call.â She said sliding a card into Dylanâs flannel shirt front pocket. âAnd weâll see about those mind blowing orgasms.â She added winking at Dylan and then looking behind her. âTake care of her.â She said and then walked away and Dylan waved at her before slowly, the world was spinning too fast, turning and smiling as she saw Sloan was the one behind her.Â
âHey! What are you doing here?â She slurred. âI didnât think Iâd see you here.â She always thought clubs were more Sloanâs style and she had wanted to drink relatively safety so she had come to a gay bar. âYou want a drink? You look like you could use a drink, Iâll get you a drink, Iâm cut off but I have a neat trick.â She said trying to wink playfully but ended up just blinking weirdly, before she fished in her wallet for and slapping a 100 dollar bill on the bar counter and looking expectantly at the bartender who sighed deeply, poured two shots and slid some limes towards them and taking the bill.
âThese are the last ones, next Iâll just get the bill, I donât want you dying in my bar.â The bartender said before sliding Dylanâs keys towards Sloan and turning away.
âYou want to do body shots?â She asked with a smirk.
It was the middle of the work week and Sloan was deep in the middle of preparing for a series of races she was taking part in to keep herself in shape. Even if she fucked around a lot in the offseason, she took her job seriously and managed to get pretty involved with the fitness scene in Orlando when she wasnât filming.Â
So, when a phone call came through in the middle of the evening for her to show up at some bar where a very, very drunk Dylan was talking about her, Sloan almost considered not going. She was still a little annoyed with Dylan, if she were being honest, but she ultimately wasnât that shitty of a person, so she decided to go. Not that she believed Dylan actually even wanted her there.Â
After driving her car over and getting into the bar, it didnât take Sloan long to spot the other woman and walk over, sighing about the whole situation. She put an arm around Dylan as the drunken disaster was pushed over into her and gave a half frown, half nod to the woman who had called her. Whatever, if Dylan wanted to call the sleaze, she could, it wasnât like Sloan cared.Â
âOokay, how about we stop tossing hundreds around like we own the place and get you out of here?â Sloan suggested, pinching at the bridge of her nose. Dylan was well and truly wasted, no doubt about it. âI canât drink, Iâm running a half marathon in a few hours,â she said, pushing the drinks away as she leaned over on the bar to talk to the bartender.
âHow much is it to settle for her? Iâll get her out of here,â Sloan promised, keeping a close eye over on Dylan to at least try to make sure she wasnât going off anywhere else.