Bad Bad Girl

Rebecca just sat back and would casually chat with the men when needed, but really didn’t show too much attention or give much effort in getting closer to any of them. She was obviously loyal to her husband no matter what. I respected her steadfast devotion.

I noticed that Coley was talking to one man in particular. He was fairly good looking, with a jock-type of appearance. His dark brown hair was mostly covered by a baseball cap and his t-shirt and jeans were topped off by tennis shoes. He wasn’t the type that appealed to Coley normally, but I’m sure her drunken state saw past his appearance. She definitely was more physical than I expected her to be. She allowed the jock to rest his hand on her leg, and she kept her body extremely close to his.

My observations were interrupted when one of the men focused his attention toward me. Something about his appearance seemed familiar. He had black hair and dark brown eyes and was very attractive. Unlike his friends, he seemed to wear more business attire. He wore a simple blue shirt, black slacks and possessed a level of sophistication the others lacked.

He leaned in close to my ear and asked, “You’re Neely, right? We went to high school together. My name’s Adam.”

I pulled away to get a better look at him and suddenly remembered him from school.

“Oh, yes! Adam, how are you? What have you been doing?” I asked excitedly.

“I own a printing company in town,” he answered.

It was an odd feeling to see someone from school other than my girlfriends. We spent the next half hour or so catching up and reminiscing about high school. It was a really nice conversation until Adam placed his arm around me. I didn’t feel like he was just being friendly, and the unwelcomed sign of affection made me really uncomfortable. I tried to relax and not read too much into it, but the weight of his arm was like hot iron against my skin. As he talked to me, he started to move his mouth closer to my ear. I could feel his hot breath, thick with liquor, against my neck. He was making his move, and he was making it fast.

He leaned closer and whispered, “Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere more private?”

I shook my head. “No, I uh…I’m here with friends,” I stammered. The alcohol was really starting to get to me. I felt dizzy and slightly nauseous.

“We can all go,” he suggested as he brushed his lips against my ear.

I pulled away and wiggled out of his embrace. I didn’t want to seem like a prude, but his smell and his touch were making me ill.

I stood to make my way to the restroom. When I turned, I couldn’t find my balance and fell to the floor. Everyone started to laugh, including me.

I was drunk, really drunk.

Coley leaned down to help me up and managed to fall as well. Rebecca and Kendall were both laughing so hard that tears were in their eyes and the group of men seemed amused as well. Normally I would have been humiliated, but right now I was happy to have the distraction from Adam’s advances. I reached for the chair and somehow pulled back into a standing position. I stumbled my way to the restroom and decided to call Caine. I really didn’t know why, but all I wanted right now was to have Caine close to me.

I leaned against the wall as the phone rang. “Hey, Neely! You guys ready to be picked up?”

I tried to speak as clearly as I could. “Uh, yeah.” I began to giggle. “Your sister needs to be picked up off the ground.” I tried my best to stop laughing, but laughed even more.

“Neely, how much did you ladies drink?” Caine asked with irritation in his voice.

I was unsuccessful at holding back my giggles and snorted, “A lot!”

Caine grunted. “Stay there, I’m on my way.”

I stumbled back to the group and made my way to my seat. Adam was waiting for me with another drink.

“I got this for you, babe,” Adam said, pushing it in my direction.

He called me babe. He was using a term of endearment like we were somehow together, or an item. I didn’t ask for a drink, and I certainly didn’t want to be called babe. I didn’t want to be rude, but everything about this man was turning me off.

“Thank you, but I’ve had plenty to drink,” I said.

Adam put his arm back around me. “All right, babe, I think it’s best that we get going.”

I couldn’t believe this guy was acting like I was his girlfriend! Calling me babe and having the nerve to talk about leaving with him. I had no idea what I did to make this man think I was his. I looked to my friends for some help, but all of them were tied up with the drunken jocks that were hoping to get lucky.