TWO
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“Barman! One more pint of beer and a glass of whiskey, please.” Ariana said as she gulped down the last content of the glass before her. She sat at the counter, drunk and slightly conscious of her surroundings. She was determined to get as drunk as possible, and she’d driven downtown to this pub where she was sure no one would recognize her.
She’d driven home that day, broken, in tears, and wishing that it was all a dream she would wake up from. She’d spent three years of her life with him and they’d done everything together, and she loved him so much. She felt so hurt, and the thought of Ryan being with her best friend broke her the most. She spent days locked up in her room, crying and sending texts upon texts to Ryan who never returned any of them. She finally gave up, accepting that it was over. After two weeks of locking herself up, she decided that it was best to move to a new location. Getting a new job and being in a new environment seemed like the best move, and here she was in a whole new city.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the bartender said as he handed her.
“Great! ” she said, slurring her words.
She took a huge gulp from the beer glass and dropped the cup noisily on the counter, reclining on her chair and scanning the rest of the pub. She watched wistfully as people went out and came in, laughing and chattering about, and images of the good days with Ryan came to her mind again. She shook her head and laughed, so hard that she began to choke.
“Barman! More, please,” she said, still laughing. She raised her glass to her mouth and in one gulp, she downed its content.
“What’s so funny?” A deep masculine voice asked, startling her.
She looked up to see who it was but she couldn’t make out his face in the dim light, as her vision was blurry.
“Who are you?” Ariana asked.
“I’m Greg. And why would a beautiful lady like you be this drunk?” he said.
She giggled. “Wow, to think that no man would ever find me attractive.” Hersa's words came out as complete gibberish and she laughed again, banging the table hard.
The tall guy standing beside her raised a brow narrowed his eyes, and sat on the seat next to her as the bartender dropped the glasses of beer.
“You do know you’re really drunk, right?” he asked her.
“Oh, am I?” she said, reaching for her glass. “I don’t think I've had enough. I mean, I just got here.”
He grabbed the glass before her hands could get to it. “Come on, you’re drunk for God’s sake. You’ve had enough alcohol already.”
“Gimme that! Give that to me, right now!” Ariana said, protesting weakly.
“No, you need to go home,” he said. “It’s enough.”
“It’s enough? No, it’s not. You didn’t tell Ryan that it was enough when he left me for my best friend, did you? He freaking left me! After being with him for three years,” she said and belched loudly.
“Who’s Ryan?” Greg asked.
“Ryan?” Ariana let out a wry laugh. “He was supposed to be my husband. We were supposed to get married today. But guess what? He chose my best friend. Isn’t that wonderful?” Her speech was slurred.
Greg shook his head. “You need to go home,” he repeated.
Ariana kept muttering gibberish, grabbing her purse. “Take me to my car.”
He helped her get up, and swiftly, she grabbed the glass and took a large gulp.
“Really?” the guy said, frowning and Ariana laughed hysterically.
He took her to her car, and as they walked he knew he couldn’t let her drive alone. He resolved to take her to his apartment.
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He opened the door with one hand, and using the other hand to support the drunken lady who was reclining on him, he took her inside the apartment. He laid her on the couch, removed her shoes, and went in to get a duvet. He returned and met Ariana seated up and smiling at him.
“You really need to sleep now, really,” Greg said to her.
Ariana smiled and said nothing.
“Well, here,” he said, handing her the blanket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He turned to leave but was surprised to see Ariana get up and pull him back. He turned to face her and they were so close that he could feel her breath on his face and the next second, he felt her soft lips press against his.
He could feel the taste of beer and whiskey on her tongue as she parted his lips open with them and before he could understand what was happening, she’d pushed him to the couch and was on top of him, kissing aggressively.
It all seemed strange to him and while she kissed him, his first instinct was to stop, but suddenly, he gave in and kissed her passionately. He lifted her and took her to the bedroom, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to himself as he kissed, and his hands worked simultaneously, unbuttoning, and caressing. Ariana broke off from the kiss, lifting her blouse from her body and Greg was spurred, kissing and licking every inch of her from her skin.
Ariana felt good. Her alcohol-addled brain considered the thoughts of sleeping with a total stranger but on the other hand, she thought sleeping with this good-looking dude would be a good thing.
After mulling over it for some minutes, she got unclad and they buried themselves under the duvet in the dimly lit room.
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