Wild One

Fourteen

Manon

I drink the beer down, whooping drunkenly. My girlfriends steady me, rolling their eyes.

"Guys, I'm gonna go makeout with that guy," I slurred, pointing in the directions of the dance floor. "Right there. He's hot."

Terry tries to talk me out of it, but I kiss her cheek and giggled, stumbling in my heels toward my target.

I don't usually get this drunk but I got dumped. Again. Yeah, this one said that I was never interested in meeting his family, and that I was insensitive, and a b***h.

Fine.

I finally make it the my intended target, a sharp looking fellow with a dapper suit. He reminds me of someone.

I walk-stumble-over to him, and grab his hands. They're strong and manly. Me likey.

"Hi! I saw you across the bar, and I thought you were really hot. Wanna makeout?"

Yes. That's how little I giveashit. But some guys like my complete lack of giveashit.

For a while anyway.

Then they get all sensitive, and start complaining about how I don't give a s**t.

I never had a s**t to give to begin with. Seems like basic math, but I'm drunk as f**k so what do I know about math?

"What's your name?"

I chuckled at how gentlemanly he seemed. How cute! How boring.

"It doesn't really matter. Let's just go to a dark corner and make bad choices."

He looks at me with his sad look in his eyes. "You're very beautiful."

I grin. "Thanks. A fun fact, I used to be flat as hell, but I had growth spurt with I turned 19 and now I have these."

I push up my boobs. He swallows, but looks at my face.

"They are nice as well."

"I'm trying to get you touch em, but you don't seem too interested. Are you gay? Because I've been told I f**k like a pornstar, so I might be able to-"

He chuckled lowly, pushing me away slightly. "No. I am straight. You just seem very drunk, and I don't take advantage of drunk women."

I bite my lip, pouting "But I'm asking you nicely."

"Be that as it may, I have to decline."

"Boss," Another man stepped up behind him, trying to look imposing.

"Is she bothering you?"

I smirk. "Wealthy man huh? Y'know I knew a man like you once—total asshole, but—"

Just as I start to explain about the wealthy asshole I once met, Terry comes and jerks me away. Apologising profusely.

"I'm so sorry, sir. We'll take her."

He stares at me pensively. "Take good care of your friend."

He turns his back to me and walks away. I know him from somewhere.