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.“All right.” Andrew stands and places the pen behind his ear and the notepad in the waist of his jeans, slightly lifting his t-shirt and revealing an impeccable stomach.I’m eye-level with his crotch and he knows it.“Coming right up.” He saunters off with the empty tray while Piper goes ballistic.“What the hell, Chloe? You’re going to get us arrested and I’m leaving for college in two weeks!” Piper screams.“Ah, shut up Pipes,” Natalie says calmly.“Chloe, that was impressive.That dude totally walked away with a boner.”“Is that even a real drink?” CeCi asks.“It’s a real drink! It’s basically vodka, sloe gin and orange juice.” I laugh at CeCi’s amazed expression and continue.“My dad has this weird mixology book from the ’70s and I memorize the ones I like.You never know when it’ll come in handy.” As I’m finishing my explanation, several suits approach our table.There are three of them and four of us, so I take this as my cue to visit Andrew at the bar.Besides, I’m attracted to musicians and mysterious guys in jeans, not mutes in suits.I find an open spot at the bar and sit on a velvet stool.It’s strange spending my eighteenth birthday in a bar full of men, some twice my age, and I find myself wanting to go home and have clams with the people that love me.I want some of that apple pie and I want to open my presents and—“Hey, sexy.” Andrew rolls the words off his tongue rhythmically, causing my female parts to wave the white flag of surrender.“Hey yourself.” God, that’s lame.“Let me take these drinks to your friends.Don’t go anywhere – you need your screw.” Andrew winks at me before he turns to walk away, an invitation to evaluate his ass.Very nice.I watch him shove past the group of men to place the drinks on the table.He leans down to Natalie and they exchange a few words.They look at me and I quickly drop my head in embarrassment.God only knows what Nat told him.she once offered me to a ticket scalper in exchange for Radiohead tickets – crap, he’s walking back with a smug look on his face.“Happy birthday, sex-y,” he sings.“Your sister gave me instructions to get you drunk and get you on stage.I wanna hear you sing, so what’s the quickest way?” Andrew leans over the bar and stares authoritatively at me.“It’s my eighteenth birthday,” I mumble.“Don’t worry.I’m only twenty-two,” he responds, easing my shame.“Natalie is my cousin.”“Whatever.Look, she’s fucking hot, but I like you.” Andrew smirks as he pours the nearest bottle of a clear liquid in a shot glass.He passes it to me then looks behind him at the old-fashioned clock on the shelf.Ten-thirty.Damn.I reluctantly take the shot, swallowing the burning liquid like a bad case of strep throat.Andrew shakes his head in amusement then pours another.I can’t.But I do.Shit!“What’s your name?” Andrew pours me another and I wave it off.He places it to the side and pours one more.“Chloe.No more shots.” My insides are burning and the beginning stage of some sort of hairball is forming in my throat.“They’re for me.I’ll need to catch up.” His eyes are so sincere and honest, but his voice screams rebellion.Natalie approaches me from behind and twirls my ponytail.She leans over me and grabs one of the shot glasses, winking at Andrew.Natalie throws back the shot with the most annoying regurgitating noise and yells, “Fuck me! What is that?” She slams the glass down and fans herself.Andrew picks up the bottle and shrugs.“It’s just Stoli.”Piper and CeCi join us, but I’m distracted by Andrew constantly watching the clock.Ten-forty-five.“Can we go already? All these guys are old,” CeCi whines.“Yeah Nat, what’s the plan?” I ask, aware that Andrew is flashing me his devilish smile.“I hate to be a bitch, Chloe, but I need to get back to your house.Jeremy paged me with a *911 and I really, really like him.” Piper pouts and shows us the display on her hot pink beeper.“I can go with you, Pipes, I have lessons at six in the morning.” Besides being extremely likable, CeCi is also a semi-pro tennis player.Natalie’s face lights up with what is sure to be one of her crazy ideas.“Chloe and I have something we need to do! Can you girls get a cab?”“Ugh, fine.” Piper sighs.Andrew pours two more glasses then returns the bottle to a shelf.I watch him converse with the bartender, obviously discussing how to handle us.The bartender picks up the phone and dials while Andrew walks back over to us.“So my buddy Pearce is calling a cab.It’s his uncle, so it’s cool.” Andrew writes a number on a napkin and hands it to CeCi.“Here’s my number.Call me when you get back safely.” Piper takes the napkin and puts it her bra.She can be so tacky sometimes but I’m sure it’s more about her wanting Jeremy to find it.CeCi hugs me.“Happy birthday, Chloe! I’ll call you tomorrow.” She leans in to whisper in my ear.“Be careful.”Piper takes CeCi’s arm and they head out the exit to wait for Pearce’s uncle.We’ve all taken cabs dozens of times and I only live ten minutes away, they should be fine.I turn my attention back to Andrew, wondering if he will write his number on a napkin for me.He smiles at me, and that goddamn chipped tooth sends me into a sexual frenzy.“So Andrew, Chloe and I want to get tattoos,” Natalie runs her hand over his forearm and laughs, “do you know a place?”He looks at the clock.Ten-fifty-five.Andrew slides me a glass, hands one to Natalie, and takes one for himself.We raise our glasses, drawing the attention from several nearby suits.“To Chloe,” says Andrew.“To Chloe.This girl is cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.” Natalie smiles playfully.We tap our glasses and look to each other to make the first move.I do it.It sizzles all the way down, cartoon-steam bursting from my ears, but I did it first.We slam our glasses down in unison and Natalie gags and coughs.Andrew laughs and I try to laugh, but it comes out as a retched burp.No more.Please God, no more shots.“Let’s go.We’ll walk from here.”11:15 p.m.The Okey Bloke Ink Parlour is.well, at least it’s clean.Andrew introduces us to his friend Shit Monger, which is short for Samuel [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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