Sarah was a old classmate and study buddy from DCU and actually helped out on a few critical papers for Jessie's classes. But the younger girl dropped out before Jessie could pay her back so when Sarah invited Jessie to go out to a club with a few of her friends Jessie saw the perfect way to pay back her debt. She would be the responsible adult and make sure they all got home safe, even if the other two women were smashed out of their minds.
She was siting there contemplating the time to call for the cabs since Sarah didn't let Jessie explain that she didn't drive as she watched a bead of sweat collect and slowly roll faster and faster down the side of her glass. She didn't even look up when one of the other chairs at the table was pulled out. She did look up when a beer bottle was plunked down in front of her with a very masculine hand attached to it.
The man who decided to sit down with out asking was apparently drunk since his eyes were glazed and his voice was slurred. "Dude.... Du..... Do youse believe in loves at first sight, or should you walk by again?" Jessie could only stare in shock an awe. Unless she was mistaken he was hitting on her, granted it was entirely possible he meant it literally.
"First I never walked by you so why would I do it again. Secondly love is defined as a profoundly tender or passionate affection for another person. Basically to have a strong liking for or desire for which I do not feel towards you since we have never met, I don't know your name, and to be honest you are quite drunk and will likely have no recollection of this tomorrow morning. Now I know your drunk from a few different points. One you are currently weaving in your seat. Two your breath smells like a distillery, and that is a place they make beer. Three you hit on the only woman here dressed like she doesn't belong." Jessie nodded towards her comfortable flats, dress slacks, and muted blouse then pointed to the short dresses, stiletto heels, and low cut shirts of most of the dancers. "Oh and four, unless I am mistaken that is not even the correct pickup line which should have ended in 'or shall I walk by again' not you. And your words are starting to slur so I would recommend haveing a cab called for you since it is obvious that you are inebriated and should not be driving. Which if you are caught and blow over a .08 means you will be arrested and will likely face a weekend in jail and a suspended license. If you are a habitual offender then you will likely have your license revoked, will have to go through a few classes, speak with a councilor, and pay a hefty fine. I do believe this is all just if you have not hurt anyone or anything by drinking and driving. Now if you harm someone by driving drunk....."
The man held up his hands in surrender. He looked thoroughly confused and bewildered but not quite as drunk as when he first sat down. "Your right. I am drunk and I think I'll have the bartender call a cab for me. You have a nice night." He got up slowly and backed away quickly as if she was a rabid dog that was about to bite. He quickly disappeared into the crowed of gyrating bodies and she didn't hear his his muttered 'crazy' over the throb of the dance music. Jessie's head was now throbbing in time to the music. So she got up to head to the bathrooms, grabbing all three purses, and desperately hoping that a cool cloth to her neck will help or that one of the women in the bathroom would have pain killers.
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