Shelia slid the drink in front of me and I immediately took a few sips, trying to get past the harsh alcohol in my mouth. The bar was loud as always, but that was something I’m used to.
But when I first went inside, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something didn’t feel right. The place was still crowded, the food smelled good, and alcohol was flying all around.
So, what was different today?
Sheila had a big grin on her face, hands on her hips.
“What?” I asked. “Somethin’ on mah face?”
Shelia laughed loudly, fixing her tank top to be more suited for work, “Yeah, I know. I can’t wait for this shift to be over. I have a lot more I want to do to you.”
Something’s not right. Last night is all a blur, I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, and I sure as hell know I need to get out of here. My entire body felt like shit and it’s hard for me to wake up.
Then again, based on the way things are, do I really want to wake up? If I do, then that means that all of this stuff was real. More importantly, how am I going to explain all of this to my boyfriend?
He’s won’t like this.
I didn’t get a response. He was probably still in a deep sleep, considering the fact that I could yell right in his ear and he still wouldn’t wake up.
My stomach sank as everything started clicking in my mind like a puzzle. I had to lean over and keep my head in my hands to try and think.
“Thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun with you.”
In a weird way, I can see myself acting like the same kind of character like the one I play in my video games. I always tend to go for the one that looks over everybody, making sure they’re all okay and wanting to keep them in tip-top condition.
And in my actual life, I’m always doing my best to try and keep my girl happy and healthy. But just like in video games, I won’t always be given an easy task to complete. But, with a big of creativity and technique, I can do just about anything.
And tonight, it involves feeling “frisky.”
From the loudness of her voice and the constant use of the word “Fuck,” I can’t help but assume work was more than stressful today.
I give her a warm smile. I know she didn’t mean to say that to me, “It’s alright, baby.” I plant a quick kiss on her heated cheek to accept her apology.