The guys had taken her out for her 25th birthday. She was feeling down about being "so old" but they saw in her what she couldn't. She was a 5'9'' slender girl with long brunette hair down her back and tight jeans on her round ass. And to top it all off, she just was just like one of the guys.
She had agreed to have a couple of drinks but she didn't want to stay out too late because she was going to go back to her place for the night to sleep it off. She wanted to give them the opportunity to take some party favours home from the bar for themselves. But things got out of handβ¦
Midways through the second band, they left her at the bar to pick up more friends, saying they'd be right back. After an hour had passed, she started drinking more. She just sat there at the bar and drank glass after glass after glass, hoping they'd show back up soon. She looked at the guy sitting a few chairs over and tried to imagine what it'd be like to get up and go seduce him. She remembered his hot friend from earlier and her thoughts went south from there.
She stood up, walked over to him, and whispered in his ear, "It's too bad your friend left because I was gonna fuck him."
He turned to look up at her and smiled. "Well I'm sure he'll be back," was his reply. She slid in between his legs and leaned in closer.
"Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky instead," she whispered as she slowly ran her finger along her bottom lip and stared at him innocently. She looked down as she ran her other finger slowly up his inner thigh.
She looked up at the bartender walking their way and asked for another drink. Then she went to sit back down in her chair and drank through the entire next band that played. The guy sat there a little stunned but didn't say anything. Her guys showed back up shortly with friends in tow and they went to play drinking games while shooting pool. She was getting drunker by the hour and wasn't able to keep up with them no matter how determined she was to try.
She took a break from the game and went back to the bar for another shot. The cute guy from earlier was still there and his friends had come back after all. She put one hand on the bar to steady herself and smiled over at them. She took her shot, thanked the bartender, and headed their way. She put her hand on the shoulder of the guy closest to her and whispered, "If you guys hadn't come back, your friend here might have gotten lucky."
He smiled up at her and said, "oh, we can leave, ya know."
They were all laughing and cutting up and she moved to the middle of the group. She was too drunk to be shy about being the center of attention and she was loving every minute of it. She started telling raunchy jokes and emphasizing the "good" parts with her hands. She'd tease the guys one by one by placing a hand on an arm here or on a leg there and she'd act all seductively by leaning over the bar to reach for her drink or fiddling with her necklace that hung down just above the first closed button on her shirt. She even demonstrated the correct way to take a body shot with the female bartender and they French kissed before she left to go serve more drinks. At some point one of the guys nearest her had placed his arm behind her back to keep her steady because she was starting to sway.
Her best friend came over and pulled her aside politely. "You're making an ass of yourself. You're out of line and that's no way for a lady to act," he said to her in harsh tones. She looked at him enraged and ready to take a swing. She struggled to make him let go of her arm and she felt herself getting nauseous. She put her free hand to her mouth and turned for the bathroom and he let her go. She was in there throwing up for the better part of an hour and one of his buddies had to carry her to the car.
When they got back to her best friend's apartment, she fell to the ground and proceeded to throw up more. Afterwards, the same buddy carried her upstairs and laid her in the bed before going back downstairs to pass out on the sofa. She couldn't open her eyes from the pain but she could hear what was going on as she laid there face down on the bed. Her best friend was on the phone canceling his date he had planned for that night after her departure since she'd had come back with him after all. He then undressed from his bar clothes and laid down on the bed next to her to get some sleep.
A few minutes later she felt sick again and rushed to bathroom. She stood there with her head down and felt that she had wasted her birthday and ruined her friends' night. She felt like she had embarrassed herself in front of everyone at the bar and couldn't face them again ever. She sighed and went to brush her teeth. She took off everything that smelled like the bar, hoping it would help her forget the night, and climbed back in the bed.
She laid there staring at the parts of the ceiling above her that she could see in the dark and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. What had she done? She climbed back out of the bed and started to get dressed. Her best friend looked up at her and said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going home, " she said to him through the tears. He came over to her and she couldn't help but stare at his gaping boxers. Not that she could see anything but it was a bad habit she had. He grabbed her arm again and she jerked away. But she realized she was still drunk and unsteady as she fell to the ground.