Hal couldn’t stop staring at the man if she wanted to. Maybe she was supposed to hate him, but gosh dang he was gorgeous. The way his jaw moved every time he talked, every time he smirked. She wanted to smack that smirk right off his face, but all she could do was stare.
“Do I want to bet? Damn sure I do,” she smiled. Reaching for another shot and downing it. Burning. “Oh baby I could beat you in a lot of things without having to bat my pretty eyes as you say” As she said that, his hand reached onto her back. If he continued to touch her like this, she may just have to show him who was in control right now. Oh, a rule? Not telling each other what they would win if they so happened to win? Of course Hal would win, she had a plan. There was most definitely a possibility of him outdrinking her, he weighed a lot more than she did and well, look at him, he was a guy that constantly went to parties. Not to say she didn’t drink frequently to try and… blur out memories, but it was Fin.
”You know I love the wild side” she smirked at him. ”Let’s do it Finny” she smiled at him, attempting to ignore the callused hand that now rested on her jaw. God, men. Men knew exactly how to do it and it was so hard to resist. ”But I hope you know, I will win. With that, she took another shot, downing it like it was nothing. What was that now? 6? Finally, she grabbed the hand that once touched her jaw, pulling him towards the dance floor.
”I hope you know I don’t take no for an answer” Trying to club dance was a little hard with a prom dress on, but it was just long enough that it didn’t drag along the floor. Might be a little embarrassing if she ended up on the floor. Not so sexy then. Pulling her in, his hands finally rested on her hips. His fingers reached towards the back of her, not her hips. Scandalous Fin, but these tricks won’t work, as much as she wanted them to. If it was any other guy they probably would be in the back of Hal’s car by now, but this boy?
”I think we all know what kind of dancing Fin Wolf likes, but this type? I don’t have much confidence in ya Finny.” She chuckled before he spun her around. Okay maybe he was good at dancing. Within seconds his lips were along her neck, sending a cold front down her spine. His breath smelt of vodka, whilst the damp and sweaty air around them lingered. Suddenly everything in the room disappeared for a second and all she could think about was him. How his breath felt on her neck as he began to speak, but still slowly moving them as they turned and spun on the dance floor. How he gripped her hips tighter when they spun to ensure she wouldn’t be let go from his grasp. ”Marvelous. Are you feeling tipsy already? Now now don’t worry, we can get you some water.” She patted his back with the hand that had been resting there like a mother nurturing a child. ”I did finish my shots though, let me get some more. I’ll surprise ya.” She released him from her grip, smiling lightly at him as she walked a little farther from him. When she was far away enough for him to see the back of her, she began to sway her hips just a little more.
The objective was for her to get the bartender to put water in her shots, vodka in his. He wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, especially if Hal could down them fast enough. Make another bet, who could finish the shots fast enough. Once the bartender set them out for her she thanked him, carrying them back to their small dark stained table they had chosen when they were let in.
”How about another bet, or may I say a challenge? If you finish the shots faster than me, i’ll let you have a little taste.” She cocked her head a little bit, urging him on. There’s no way he would say no to this, it was clear he was desperate.
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