meet me in the bathroom in five minutes. - hehe for sara
There's a half-full glass of whiskey in her hands, enough drinks throughout the night for a pleasant buzz, hips swaying along to the music of the night club. A successful concert, a way to celebrate - she's even pulled Alex up from a booth to dance with her, laughter shared one moment - and the next, her back against his chest, a now empty glass left discarded on a random table nearby.
A new glass from someone walking by with drinks, something lighter and fruity it seems as she takes a sip, hips swaying along with his and head tilting back against his shoulder when she hears the words against her ear.
Words that has her pausing in surprise, turning around to look to him just to see him already making his way away, right towards one of the bathrooms down a hall. Five minutes. . .she can finish this drink and get a second one for courage in five minutes.