I gave a glance over, she looked pretty wasted, I never took her as the type to drink but I guess things happen.
She didn't look like she heard me, I can't blame her considering the loud noise coming from the speakers. Soon the bartender arrived with a glass for me and I took the chance to ask him.
"How long has she been here?" I asked while I took a sip but my eyes never left her figure.
"Two hours I think" He replied with a shrug like he couldn't care less about the matter.
"Is she a regular?" I asked again. For some reason I was interested in knowing wether she was an alcoholic or perhaps she just had a bad day.
"Not really, but I see her sometimes…I would say at least twice a month" He spoke as he glanced at her with a cocky smile while he licked his lips, devouring her.
"If you don't look away right now, I'll pluck your eyes out and feed them to you" I spoke with unrestrained anger in my tone.
I heard him cough before he scurried away.
"Asshole"
I muttered under my breath while I took another sip from the glass of whiskey. I adjusted my stool so that I was sitting close really close to her.
Close enough to smell her lavender perfume that's mixed with the stench of Vodka, she still had her eyes on the bottle but I got a good look at her side view.
'Fucking beautiful'
I thought as I fought the urge to reach out my hand and touch her, strands of her hair stick out to her face while the others remained in the bun. I couldn't resist the urge this time so I reached my hand out and fiddled with a strand of her hair between my fingers.
That seemed to get her attention, her eyes snapped towards me and I could see the anger in them but that soon turned to recognition when her eyes stared into mine.
"Mr…T..T…Torrance" She stuttered. Her voice was sloppy and her face was flushed with pink on her cheeks, she kept staring at me with those eyes for a few seconds as if trying to check if she wasn't hallucinating.
"What are you doing here?" I asked the obvious question, even though the answers were clear, I just had to keep her talking to stop myself from doing something that I shouldn't.
"Hmm…I…I just came to….to uh get a glass….a glass of vodka" Her words came out tipsy and she giggled before taking another sip, this time directly from the bottle.
'Why vodka?'
I wanted to ask but I just thought that was a question for another day, instead I got up from the stool and tried to pull her along with me while I said.
"Let's get you home" Even I can't believe the words that came out of my mouth..take her home…Am I personal chauffeur now? I don't know why I have this urge to carry her out of here, I noticed the stares she's getting from the men in the bar. They'll kept looking at her with lustful gaze, and it didn't take a genius to know what they were thinking.
"Not….not yet…I want t..too dance first" She spoke and with that she grabbed the bottle of vodka and ran to the dancing floor.
"Fuck" I cursed when I turned around but couldn't find her, the room was dimly lit and I couldn't pin point exactly where she was at the dance floor.
My jaws ticked in annoyance as I searched for her but I couldn't find her, the dance floor was crowded with both men and women alike and so it would be difficult to locate anyone.
I walked into the crowd scanning the faces and pushed aside anyone blocking my path.
'Brunette..brunette…brunette'
I kept saying the words in my head while I searched for the brunette with blue sleeves, she couldn't have gone far and it's not a very big bar but since the dance floor is crowded with drunk individuals, it's going to be hard trying to separate the wolf from the wolf.
I paused when I heard that giggle again, my eyes snapped in the direction of her voice and I found her, in between two fucking guys.
My blood boiled as I strolled towards them with a killer expression on my face, I could kill them here and no one would do a thing about it, but then I would have to face the media backlash, but still, it's nothing I can't handle.
She seem to have spotted me coming and so she dashed off again, with a teasing smile on her lips. She thinks this is a fucking game, I'm not drunk enough to be playing games with her.
I followed her instantly but not without glaring at the two fellows and giving them a stern warning.
"Touch her again and I'll cut your hands off"
I threatened again for the second time today, but it wasn't a threat if I was really going to go through with it.
I picked up my pace and followed her out, she seem to have escaped through the back doors, I walked out and found her lying down on the floor, she fucking tripped.
"Ouch" She made a sound as she got up from the ground.
My eyes noticed the stain of red on her sleeves and when I looked up, I notice the cut on the side of her head, just above her eyes.
'That's going to sting' I thought as I approached her to get a good look at it, I placed my palm on her cheek as I massaged her temple where the cut was, I had a first aid kit in my car trunk.
"Let's go" I spoke and I noticed the playful look in her eyes but once I fixed her with my death glare, she straightened up and bent her head down.
I let go of her cheeks and grabbed her hand tight as I made way to the back door but then a thought crossed my mind, she could easily break out of my hold. I paused for a few seconds to consider my options before I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack bag and I heard her squirm.
'Fuck'