Tainted Love(3)
We walked into the local bar with the smell of cigarettes and beer hitting my senses. The need to lose control took over my body like a wave of rebellion. I was sick of being a virgin, this much was true. However, I at least wanted it to be with someone I felt sexually attracted to. I’d never had that with Trevor. It had always felt more like a business transaction every time we were together. I didn’t know how we’d lasted so long to begin with. I wanted to do all things that I’d never thought of doing. Before I had a controlling boyfriend, I had controlling parents so this would be the first time I’d felt a sense of freedom. When I was little, both my parents were Mormon. Therefore, they were very, very, strict. Now, not so much. Quite the opposite actually. They still had their beliefs, but they were more like normal parents now. Apart from my mom, she was a little crazy.
I was walking straight to the bar when I felt Vicky stop behind me. I turned to see her purring at a large group of bikers in the corner. I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t take that girl anywhere. Even her vagina needed a GPS. I envied her in a way, she was so free-spirited and didn’t care what people thought. Vicky’s motto was ‘If you don’t feed me or fuck me, then your opinion doesn’t matter.’ Yep, that was our Vicky. So I thought nothing of her perving. Me on the other hand, I had never been one who liked to be the center of attention, and I’d never really paid attention to what was going on around me. Not a smart trait to have when I thought about it.
When we reached the bar, I slumped down onto the bar stool, placing my handbag on the bench.
“So,” she said, dropping to the stool. “Why so glum?”
I ordered our drinks and picked up some mixed nuts that were sitting in a glass bowl.
“My ex dumped me,” I said with a shrug.
“Oh well, let’s find some new toys to play with then.”
She began to look around the room, her eyes landing directly on the bikers. Typical bloody Vicky Abrahams. I looked between her and the group before I started clicking my fingers in her face to gain her attention.
“Vicky, I swear to God you and Carter are soul mates.”
She laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “Anyway, so he left you, must be a good reason.”
I laugh. “Mmm, very.” I threw up four fingers to the bartender, signaling shots.
“What? Are you going to tell me he left you because you’re a virgin?” She scoffed at her own words, which were laced with sarcasm. I closed my eyes and picked up the drink that had been placed in front of me, pounding it back fast.
“Oh shit, no way,” she exclaimed.
I drank my two shots before ordering two more. The pretty young bartender looked at me like maybe I’d lost my mind. I probably had, I wouldn’t know. I think I was drunk.
“I know it’s hard to believe because I’m only twenty-one. Who is twenty-one and is still a virgin? I just didn’t want to. I don’t do anything that I don’t want to do. Besides, my parents always pushed the whole no sex until marriage bullshit down my throat when I was a child. Who knows, maybe that impacted me too?”
She stared at me as if I was an alien before picking up her shots, shooting them back and ordering another round of drinks. “You mean, who is twenty-one, still a virgin, and look the way you do?” She scoffed in disbelief, throwing back her drink. “You’re on your own with that one.”
I skulled the new drink in record time and placed it down in front of me, signaling for more, and ignoring the judgmental eyes that came from the young girl behind the bar. Please, when she had her big girl panties on, she would understand why people resort to drinking. She should wear pink lace, though. It would suit her skin tone and definitely needed to be Victoria Secret.
Yep, I’m drunk.
“Okay, so now that we have established my known innocence can we move on to drinking more,” I said to Vicky as I threw back my—I’d lost count, but I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.
She nodded her head, lifting her drink in the air. “That we can do.”
“Wait,” she paused mid drink, “Oh God. Please don’t tell me this is your first time being drunk?”
“Well, I’ve tried drinking before, but yes, this is the first time I’ve been…what’s the term? Buzzed.” I laughed to myself briefly before shutting my mouth when I realized I was one of those stupid drunk girls.
“It’s fine Vicky, it's spring break!” I said, swinging my hands up in the air.
“Fuck it, let’s dance,” she retorted. We pulled each other up off the stool, dancing and laughing our way over to the dance floor. Glancing quickly over to the table, I saw that all eyes were on us. Weird, I thought to myself. Before going back to doing my own thing.