With a new persona, I walked straight towards the bartender and propped myself unto the vacant stool which during my absence, had been pulled closer to the man sitting Infront of me and threatening my composure. Thank God I made a mental note not to loose my shit and carry on as normal.
Having a closer look at him I noticed he actually exuded more of a boyish charm especially with that one sided dimple that came into view whenever he smiled. He and the bartender were having a conversation about things I'd probably have no idea on so I didn't even bother to listen in I just stared at the both of them absentmindedly and ran my fingers across the bar table.
"You look really younger than me you know that?" . My mouth blurted out before my hands could move to stop the words from leaving my lips.
"Why?, Is that a deal breaker for you?"
He asked with curious eyes.
"Well depends on your motives" ... I replied holding his stare.
"I haven't got any now, but you never know, the night is full of surprises".
The confidence his words held told me to call it a night and go home but I was more curious to find out where the night would lead the both of us so I remained still despite how loud the voice in my head got, telling me to leave for my own good.
I downed the whole glass of Brandy and closed my eyes as it stung the back of my throat, my body just never gets used to this stuff really. I was a lightweight and I was very aware of why I was emptying my glasses as fast as I was tonight. I needed an excuse for when and if anything occurred and the alcohol before me was my best bet. I knew I was tipsy not quite drunk yet but then again, I just needed an excuse I wasn't going on a suicide mission.
"How old are you?"
I asked, half aware of how close my face had gotten to his.
"22, I'm 22. And you're drunk"
he replied as he carefully snatched the glass of Brandy from my hands.
"You're still a baby, I'm 26, and I'm not drunk! I'm just tipsy see?.. I can stand quite alright"
I said jumping off the stool and making an attempt to stand . It was then the alcohol hit me and I knew I was drunk.. not wasted, just blissfully drunk.
"You can't even stand. Here, hold onto me I'll help you onto your sit" .
He was closer now, his body safely pressed against mine as he placed me back on the stool. I inhaled and got a good whiff of his scent. Breathing in fully, I told him how nice he smelt and how the scent that accompanied him was fucking with my thoughts.
"You're cute for someone who's older you know? And I've been meaning to ask you, you smell rather peculiar, it's familiar but I can't place it".
I was sat now and he was standing right Infront of me slightly crouched as he looked me right in the eyes and spoke .
"It's Rose, Rose and Lemon. I know it's a weird mix but I like it" .
My words slurred but atleast I was still audible.
I was drunk, but not drunk enough because, I clearly heard what he said next and intentionally stalled so I wouldn't seem too eager to get loose with this fine stranger.
"Can I kiss you?, I wanna taste the brandy on your lips. You can decline, but I hope you won't it'd hurt my pride and a bit of my heart"
I stared at him and as if on impulse, pulled his collar and both our faces were only an inch away from colliding.
"Why taste the brandy from my lips?,. You can always tell the bartender to run you a glass"
I asked Suppressing the sudden need to run my hands over his lips. This was honestly beyond what I could control but I was determined to atleast pretend to have some type of dignity.
"You're different from most of the girls I've come across. Well you definitely can't hold your liquor just like the lot of them but then, you're more challenging"
Hell I wish! I'm putting up a pretty good act having you fooled like this, I've practically pictured you naked in my head and our bodies definitely doing more than just talking.
My thoughts would have me killed one of these days.. I could see my mum greatly disappointed at how hard she tried to raise me to be decent but then this man-child has me wanting to throw away all of my virtues in exchange for his nudity.
I sighed within me, the pretense wasn't worth it and God forgive me, but to hell with virtues and dignity and integrity and marrying a virgin. I was well aware and accepting of where the night would lead us to. Closing my eyes and listening to my erratic heartbeat, I prayed a quick silent prayer of forgiveness and allowed my body move at its own will as I pulled him closer to my body and lifted up my head to kiss him.
Our lips moved in sync as though they were slow dancing to a rhythm played by both our hearts, I had no clue what his heartbeats meant but I knew mine, because they were mine. I was Inlove. I had never been Inlove before but for some reason I convinced myself that if love would feel like anything, it'd feel like this.