ring or not. Now back away from her and go find another pretty woman to dance with.” I could hear the threat in Finn’s voice. I was getting pissed. Who did he think he was, coming and scaring off a guy I was just dancing with? I hadn’t seen him in such a long time and he thought he could just go scaring people away from me?
Vance was clearly losing patience but I could tell he didn’t want have kind of physical altercation with Finn. Besides, Finn had a good four inches on him. Between the two you could tell who was going to win if punches were thrown. After a few moments of a tense standoff, Vance turned towards me, lifted my right hand to his mouth and gave it a gentle kiss. “It was very nice meeting you Emilyn and thank you for the dance. Maybe I’ll catch you around later.” He winked at me, gave me a suggestive smile, and walked away.
I watched him walk through the crowd until I couldn’t see him over the top of all the people. Did that just happen? Seriously in what world does your ex-boyfriend that you haven’t seen in a forever get to waltz into your life—in a bar—and make a scene? I was fuming and I was going to let him know that he could fuck off but not until I’d had another drink. Turning on my heels, I walked straight past him, brushing my arm against his abdomen, and started back towards to bar. I swear I heard him growl.
Making my way back to the bar and sitting on a bar stool Harper and Kyler came and stood next to me. “How are you doing Em? You feeling okay?” Harper asked.
“I’m fine… feeling happily numb.” The bartender came over and I asked for two California Car Bombs. As he placed them in front of me I threw them back, one right after the other. I knew this was probably a bad idea but at this point I didn’t care. My brain couldn’t work out what my heart was feeling and I definitely couldn’t talk about it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Finn approaching but I didn’t feel like talking or dealing with him right then. The more I drank the more bitter I felt about what he’d just done out on the dance floor and what he did to me back in high school.
I hopped off the bar stool and wobbled a bit. Ky reached out a hand to steady me and so did Finn. Not wanting either of them to touch me, I shook them both off and grabbed Harper to go dance.
I weaved in and out of all the people, found an opening and began shaking my hips. She giggled and danced right along with me. Moving my hands down my own body, I dragged them down my breasts, past my hips, and slid them down my thighs. I bent down and started to get back up sticking my ass out. I think I channel my inner stripper when I’m drunk. However, that little move made me feel a little queasy. Standing all the way back up, I definitely swayed more than I did getting off the bar stool. Harper took a hold of me around the waist and said, “Emmy are you feeling okay?”
“Sheppp…I’s jusss fineeee.” Wow, the alcohol had really gone to my head!
Just then I was picked up. An arm went behind my knees and another around my back. My head felt heavy so I rested it on the hard chest of whoever had picked me up. It probably wasn’t the safest thing to allow a stranger to carry me around but I wasn’t feeling that great, and frankly I probably would have hit the floor if this person hadn’t taken me out of Harpers arms.
“Just relax Emilyn I have you.” Finn’s voice rumbled somewhere in my head.
“Hmm….Finn, I misted yous.” I sighed. As the person carried me through the bar, I heard Harper and Kyler talking somewhere behind me. They were arguing about Harper letting me drink so much. I vaguely heard her tell Ky that I was a grown woman and I could make my own choices, and there was nothing wrong with getting wasted every now that then. I think I heard her call him a pussy too because he had been drinking some sort of strawberry daiquiri. I giggled. “Harps, das not nice.” Just then