It's All Relative(2)
Harmony glanced at April shaking her ass with a group of attractive guys, then turned to Jessie and nodded toward the far end of the packed room, where the bar was situated. The music thumped through Jessie’s chest as she navigated the crowd, making her ears buzz. Bodies jostled against her, warm and sweaty. Jessie didn’t particularly enjoy the sticky contact, but she knew she’d be warm and sweaty soon too.
Harmony led her to a fifteen-foot bar that traveled the length of the back of the room, the dark wood chipped and damaged from years of drunken abuse. Putting her elbows on top of the sticky surface, Harmony expertly emphasized her cleavage in her tight red top. The male bartender instantly noticed, his eyes drifting to her chest and staying there, as he cocked his head to hear her shout her drink order.
Nodding, he got to work pouring them shots of a dark liquid, covered with a light creamy liquor. Jessie smiled as Harmony turned to her. “Bottoms up!” she yelled, handing Jessie one. The two girls clinked their glasses and tilted them back. The sweet yet potent drink burned all the way down Jessie’s throat. Shaking her head and laughing, she stopped feeling bad about her wet foot, her * ex-boyfriend, and the state of the downtrodden strangers outside. Resting against the bar with Harmony, Jessie showed off her no-less-impressive amplitude. The bartender grinned at seeing two racks on display for him and poured another round of drinks.
Three rounds later, the girls finally went to find April on the dance floor. They found their gregarious friend in a swarm of beautiful boys, each one trying to get a hand on her slim body. She expertly slinked between three or four, placing her hands all over them, but somehow managing to stop them from groping her. It was an impressive feat to watch, and Jessie laughed at the sight.
Giggling in delight, April squealed at seeing her two friends. With arms on each other for support, and to keep back the eager boys, the girls danced together effortlessly. As the alcohol burned through Jessie’s body, her moves loosened, her dress rode a little higher. A couple of guys nearby took advantage of that, resting their fingers on her toned legs. Enjoying the feel of a man’s attention, she let them. She even laughed when one forward guy wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her hips back into his. She allowed herself to grind with the older man, but immediately broke away from his grasp when it became obvious that he was enjoying it a little too much.
Grabbing April and Harmony’s hands, she pulled them over to the bar for another round. The man looked highly disappointed, but Jessie could only laugh at his dismay. He was really too old to be at a club purely for the fun of it, and Jessie was sure he spent his weekends trolling, looking for young, easy hookups. He even completed the player look with a paisley dress shirt, opened about three buttons too far, and a gaudy gold chain poking through his chest hair. Approaching the dark, stained bar, Jessie wished him luck, but she had no intention of being an easy score.
The next several hours went by in much the same way—the girls found a group of guys to dance with, then left them to grab more shots at the bar. The bartender started offering his suggestions on what they should drink, and pretty soon they had moved past the sweet, creamy liquors to the hard stuff. Several guys, hoping to speed up the inebriation of three attractive girls, bought them even more drinks. Each man was obliged with a swift kiss to the cheek and an intimate turn on the dance floor, but not much more than that.
Jessie was pleasantly buzzed, laughing with her friends at the bar, when she felt a set of eyes on her—different than the eyes she’d felt all night. Twisting to search for the source of the heat, she instantly spotted a guy at a nearby table. He was standing by himself, sipping on a beer and staring at her. Jessie couldn’t help but return his focused gaze. Even if she’d been completely sober, he would have gotten her attention. From their proximity, he looked tall and athletic, the cut line of muscle clearly visible on his arm as he tilted back his bottle. While his body seemed nice enough, that wasn’t really what had captured Jessie’s attention. It was more his face.
An intriguing blend of ethnicities fused the man’s genetic code, but Jessie’s muddled brain couldn’t quite place what they were—an appealing mix of Caucasian, Latin, Asian, or maybe even Puerto Rican? His skin was that beautiful mulatto color that always looked deeply tanned, regardless of the season. But even that wasn’t what had Jessie still staring at him. It was the eyes. He had the most stunning pair of bright blue eyes. She wanted to be closer, so she could see for sure, but she was positive it would be like staring at a tropical ocean. In her carefree state, she suddenly wanted to be swimming in those eyes.
Almost as if he’d finally realized they’d been staring at each other for a while, the man blinked and looked down at his table, like he’d just been caught doing something wrong. Jessie knew she had a certain attractiveness to her. Her mother had graced her with the aforementioned cleavage and a trim waist to emphasize it, and her father had given her his dark brown hair with matching chocolate eyes. Harmony and April hadn’t let her leave the house tonight until she’d shucked off her I’ve-just-been-dumped sweats, and she’d spent a good hour giving herself sexy smoky eyes, painting her lips the perfect shade of red, and taming her naturally curly hair into thick ringlets. The alcohol flowing freely through her veins made her think she looked particularly amazing.
She bit her lip as the beautiful boy kept his eyes downcast; a small, adorable smile curved his mouth. Jessie couldn’t be sure, but he didn’t seem to be waiting for anyone. Maybe still feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his gaze back to her position at the bar. As Jessie was still staring at him, he quickly returned his vision to the table, but his smile grew a little larger.