me.
“Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t catch his last name. He gave me his number, let me look.” I cross the floor failing to walk a completely straight line, pick up my jeans, and pull out a massive mix of tiny slips of paper. Flipping through them, I fish out the slip he wrote his name on, and attempt to focus my eyes. “Yeah, Tommy Bolt.”
“Girl! He is smokin’. And sweet!” She shrugs and smiles as I gape at her. “Hey, I appreciate a good looking man. Cute is cute. And, he’s just this side of a gorgeous.” I sit back down at the table. She smiles proudly. What’s with that look? She studies me for a moment, appearing to attempt to focus her tequila goggles. Her eyes graze up and down. “Yeah, I can see it. You’re a hot little number yourself.”
“What? No, I’m not.” I sneer at her. “You’re drunk.”
“Stand up.” She pulls my arm upward, forcing me to stand before her. “Ok, turn around,” circling her finger around. “Yeah, your butt is to die for, nice bubble. Perky tits, but it means you aren’t tied to a bra.” She grabs her massive melons with both hands. “Not like these puppies. I love going without a bra, but it usually causes riots with the men folk.” She smiles glibly, blinking her eyes rapidly. Looking down my backside, she notes, “Great legs even for a small fry.” Pulling me down abruptly back into my seat, she grasps my chin to get a closer look at my face. “Hmm, love the hair. Not many girls can handle pale pink hair. Hmm, blue eyes.” Concentrating she says, “Huh, you have white crystals in your irises? Pretty. Nice full Angelina Jolie lips, nice nose, you got the whole package.” Settling back in her chair, as if it is decreed, she stares at me.
“Right.” I say, “I’m too short, and I have no tits.”
“Now, why in God’s green earth do you think you don’t measure up?” Raising her palm to me, she says, “Never mind. We’ll work on the old self-esteem crap later. If we get into it now, it might kill my buzz.” Giggling, she licks her hand, salts up, glancing at me. Shaking her head with a grin, she slams her shot, waving her hands to the beat. “Turn that song up!”
Reaching for the phone, I turn the music up again. Maroon 5 and Christina Aguilera blast for us to move like Jagger. Laughing, Sally gets up and does her best Mick Jagger imitation, flapping her arms like a chicken, pursing her lips, sticking her butt out, pointing to the imaginary audience. What a goof! Pulling me up, we dance like geeks, freestyling to the music and being total dweebs.
Sally staggers to the kitchenette laughing as she grabs more limes. Sloshing tequila as she pours more shots. “Wait…did you say you have his number?”
Dancing I say, “Whose number?” The phone shuffles to Ke$ha. I hate that I love her music. Its techno dance music, and I love it. The furthest thing from rock, you can get. It’s so not me…but she’s my guilty pleasure.
“Tommy’s….You should sext him.” She dances around the room. “No naked pics or anything…just spicy words, that’s it.” Her golden brown eyes blaze as a mischievous smile curves up on the side of her mouth.
Damn she’s sexy.
Grabbing her hands, I smile at her wondering what she would be like in bed. Shaking my head, I say, “Nah, I would sound like a dork.” I dance along imitating her steps. “I just met him. He was probably just being nice. A guy like that has girls fawning all over him twenty-four/seven, I’m sure.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun.” She strokes my arm, her mouth stretched into a wicked grin. “Nothing too risqué, just something to keep him thinking about you.”
“What are we fifteen?” Raising my hand to signal I am stopping this train as I rock out. “He’ll think I’m a dork.”
“How will you know if you have a shot if you don’t try?”
“He was uber sexy. I don’t know.”
“Where’s your phone?”
“No, Sally. Look I’ll text him tomorrow and see if he’s serious about hanging out. He probably won’t even remember me.”
“Ok, ok, ok.” Her phone rings announcing a text. “Ugh! My old roommate won’t get a clue.” Lifting her phone, she reads the display. “She sent me a text, ‘Where are you? When are you coming home?’ I told her I was moving out. The administration told her I