Chris misplaced his keys... again.
After firing off a series of frustrated text messages to the co-workers he was meeting, he turned over his couch cushions, along with anything else that was in his path. Running his fingers through his dark hair, he looked at his counter.
Of course, right where he left them.
He grabbed them, forgetting to turn off the light on the way out, cursing under his breath.
Entering the bar, filled with "bros" with their stupidly expensive pool sticks and all the girls in tight little shorts, he scanned the room for his friends. Settling into a bar stool next to the one he knew best, he ordered a drink before starting the conversation. It was typical and of course he put in every word that needed to be said. One drink turned into four, then six... Then he saw her.
She was sitting at a booth in the back, her head in her hands, staring at the glowing screen of her phone. He could practically count the drops of condensation on her barely touched drink. The curve of her breasts in the loose-fitting top, how slender he shoulders looked in comparison to the width of the straps. Her lips were pouted as she touched the phone, biting them in contemplation, her hair falling into her eyes.
He excused himself to go say hi. Placing the money for his friend's next drink on the bar.
He strode over to her confidently, his hands practically in fists. He hadn't told her he would be there, but there she sat, alone.
"Andie," he said, his voice husky from holding his breath.
She looked up at him, her eyes fluttering to focus. "Oh, Chris. Hi."
"What are you doing here?" He took a seat next to her and she moved over slightly.
Andie ran her finger down the side of her glass, watching the water pool around the bottom. "Just having a drink before I head home. You?"
"I'm here with some buddies." He answered, setting his drink on the table.
"Cool.." She seemed uncomfortable, she could tell he had been drinking. She went back to playing with her phone, casually sipping her drink while looking at him from the corner of her eye. "Hey, I think I should be...going or something."
"Let me walk you to your car!" He had said it to eagerly, she was looking at him funny.
Chris got up and started back to his friends, leaving his drink on the table. Andie downed hers and started towards the door. Suddenly, she turned, her eyes meeting his as she placed her hand on her hip, waiting patiently.
They met about 10 steps outside the bar, the cool night air sobering. She had placed her key in the door and as she was about to turn it, he pushed her against the car, claiming her mouth with his. He could taste the rum on her lips, his hand pressing into the curve of her hip roughly.
Andie wrapped her arms around him, "Not here." she gasped against his mouth. "Too public, don't you think."
"No." he groaned, rubbing his body against hers. He felt her skin, dewy with sweat against his and it was driving him wild. "Yes, ok. Where then?"
"I don't care. I didn't plan on this." Her nails were leaving trails of fire down his arms.
"Get in. We'll go to my place." They parted only long enough to climb into her car. Rejoining as soon as she had put her key in the ignition. She ran her hand over the growing bulge in his pants, before pressing hard on the gas and squealing out of the parking lot.
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