One Night Only
He kept staring at me from across the room, and I had no idea why he was doing that. It was rude, actually, and it made me wonder if I had something on my face. This is my first time to enter a bar and drink an alcoholic beverage and this is what I get. A creeper staring at me.
That creeper was cute though. He had untidy, bronze hair and a nice face. He had this beautiful smile that he flashed when I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. That creeper was probably drunk too, and that wasn't so attractive. I wish I wasn't sitting alone so he wouldn't stare at me. Rosalie brought me here for my 22th birthday and literally left me here 7 minutes after she intoxicatedly exited the bar with that curly-haired, muscular man that locked lips with her not so long ago. Sigh.
Here I was. . . alone in a bar with clothes that weren't entirely in my taste. Rose dressed me up in a strapless maroon dress, black leggings, and red heels. I looked like I was going to sell myself, but she assured me that this was a cute look on me.
. . . and then she left.
"Oh Rose, you are going to get it," I muttered to myself.
"You want another drink?"
The bartender was going to pour another one for me. "I- It's okay," I said.
"Don't worry, it's on me," he said, assuming the price was my problem. I was just feeling awkward here. And bored.
I smiled and accepted the drink while he poured himself one. "Cheers," he said, as we clanged our glasses together.
"So what are you doing here alone?"
I shrugged. "I wasn't alone at first. My friend left me here."
"She was drunk, so I'll forgive her someday." Hopefully. Maybe not.
He smiled at me and I giggled. He was kind and polite. "I'm Bella," I said.
"So, what do you plan on doing after tonight?" I asked in a friendly manner. He, for one, took it the wrong way.
"I have a girlfriend," he said.
I shook my head, trying to convince him that I wasn't giving mixed messages or anything. "I wasn't-"
"Don't worry. It's okay. No need to apologize," he assured me.
I rolled my eyes, bothered at the fact that he took my words the wrong way. It made me seem like I was one of those easy girls who slept with men after locking glances with them. I wasn't and never will be that way.
"Whatever," I told him.
After I spotted a short, jet-black haired girl who didn't seem to stop smiling in our direction, I began to walk away. "Alice," the bartender greeted. "I missed you."
My apartment wasn't so far away from here. I bet I could walk and end up there in half an hour. Ugh, in these heels. In a mini dress. I changed my mind; I wasn't going to forgive Rosalie for bringing and leaving me here.
What a day to celebrate. I'll remember my 22th birthday for all the wrong reasons.
I turned around to see the creepy guy from earlier.
"It's rude to stare, you know."
He looked confused.
"I saw you staring at me."
"It's really rude to stare," I repeated.
He just smiled. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."
I rolled my eyes at the literal meaning of his statement. And the cheesiness.
"I'm serious," he said. "You're beautiful."
"And you want something that you're not getting."
"Good guess," I said sarcastically. He chuckled and started smiling again.
"It's useless talking to you," I continued. "You're not getting anything I'm saying because you're drunk."
He scoffed. "I'm not drunk, I swear. You're just really attractive."
"Thank you, but if you don't mind, I have to go."
"Boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed. "No, I'm going to try and make this night worth it."
I was about to speak, when I realized that he probably didn't care.
"Just tell me. I'll listen. Care for a drink?"
I shook my head. "I don't like the bartender."
"Okay then. Let's find ourselves a table," he said. He led me to one of the empty tables and I sighed.
I guess I'm going to spend the rest of the night talking about my problems to a stranger. Great idea.
"Tell me what's on your mind," he started, adding a grin at the end of his statement. I couldn't help but smile back. He was really attractive but somewhat egotistical.
"Well," I sighed. "I just turned 22 today, and my friend Rose thought that it'd be best if we went to a bar. You know, we'd drink and laugh. I would've probably even gotten a date or something. That would have been even better. But then she decides to get incredibly drunk," I paused to sigh again, "and now she's off having sex with some guy she just met earlier."
I remembered thinking about how I'm not an easy girl who sleeps with men right after seeing them, and I forgot that I had a friend that does. Oh well.
A lady came by to ask if we wanted drinks and the stranger-who-I-told-my-problems-to ordered one.
"Do you want one now?"
"Make that two," he told the lady.
He handed her money in advance, and then we sat silently at our table with our drinks untouched.
I was contemplating today's events while he just stared at me. Again.
"Please don't do that," I told him. "It's creepy."
"Do what?" he asked.
"The staring. Seriously, you need to stop staring at me like that."
"I'm sorry," he said. "How rude of me." His smile quickly turned into a frown, which had me bursting into laughter.
"You are soo funny, you know," I remarked.
"And you are so sarcastic. It's quite sexy."
He started grinning at me as I began to blush. I hid my face away. "I made you blush," he said.
"You're so full of yourself."
He responded, "You're the one talking about your problems . . . to me."
I sighed then shrugged. What the heck. "Cheers to being full of ourselves," I announced lowly.
A low clinking sound was heard as we our glasses of beer met. I took everything in one gulp feeling quite careless. Or carefree. Whatever works.
"And Happy Birthday to," he started.
". . . Bella," I finished. "And you are . . ."
"Edward," he said. "Nice to meet you."
This one-shot was going to continue w/them having sex, but I changed my mind. I will probably make it a two-shot when I'm in the mood.
Cheers! xo, audri