saving my ass and the next it’s like he find’s me the most irritating person on this earth. I was actually starting to feel like his annoying little sister, and the thought was sobering. I desperately needed a drink.
I walked back inside casually and the same group of bikers leered at me as I past.
“Everything okay?” Mellissa asked, with concern in her voice as I sat back down in my seat.
“Yeah fine,” I said nonchalantly. Her eyes followed Caleb to where he went and took his place back at the card game, as if none of us existed.
“I don’t like him,” she stated frowning. “He’s no good, I can feel it.”
“You’re not the only one,” I said, then downed my drink in one.
“I’ll get you another,” Drake offered, swiping my empty glass and walking over to the bar.
In my peripheral vision, I glimpsed someone else get up from the card game and start walking over to our table. Stopping right beside me, he bent down and grabbing my hand, he kissed it whilst steadily holding my gaze with his almond shaped muddy brown eyes.
I was too shocked to protest.
Mellissa looked on in astonishment, and eventually my brain kicked into gear and my lips began to move. “Excuse Me,” I said hesitantly.
“Hi.” He smiled at me. I’m Ressler and I just had to come over here and meet you.”
“Okay...” I said, waiting for the pun. Still holding my hand, he slid into the vacant seat opposite. “Your beauty is astonishing. What’s your name?” he asked me curiously.
“Is this a joke?” I asked suspiciously. “Did Caleb send you over here? Because you can just go right back over there and tell him I’m not interested in his silly games,” I said, annoyed that we were right back here again after we had just agreed to keep out of each other’s way.
“No he didn’t send me. I’m here all on my own, believe me.” I shifted uncomfortably as he stared at me in wonderment. Who was this guy? He was weird.
“Her name’s Pria,” Mellissa chimed in, kicking me under the table. Drake sauntered over from the bar and handed Mellissa and I another drink. “Vodka on the rocks,” he grinned at me. “Thought you could use it.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Mellissa grabbed her drink. “I like this place. It’s fun.”
Drake sat down next to her and draped his arm over her shoulder, and she snuggled in. “What are you doing Ressler?” Drake asked. “Marking somebody else’s territory already?” His grin was smug.
“So you just know everybody?” Mellissa asked him.
“Well I know Ressler.” Drake took another swig of his beer. I released my hands from Ressler’s grip and took a sip of my drink, pulling a face of disgust as the foul liquid slipped down my throat. “Ugh,” I said, and quickly finished the rest of it.
“Mellissa never mentioned you had a drinking problem,” Drake said smiling.
“Yeah well, the right person can do that to you.” I looked over in Caleb’s direction.
“Want another?” Ressler asked me.
“Yes, just keep them coming,” I told him, and he left for the bar talking with an extremely built bald headed guy that I assumed to be Sully.
“Uh Pria, it’s not that I don’t like this new let-loose you, but you don’t really drink much and I would say your only a few more of those away from vomiting all over those lovely cowboy boots of your’s, so take it easy okay?” she told me, nodding at my empty glass.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, I’m just having a good time.” I glanced over at the pool table. “Speaking of a good time-,” I said getting up. “Anyone up for a game of pool?”
Ressler came back with my drink.
“Thanks.” I took the drink from him.
“Did you just mention pool?” he asked me, with a smile forming on his rather cute face. What was it with Caleb and all of his good-looking acquaintances?
“That’s right,” I said
I walked back inside casually and the same group of bikers leered at me as I past.
“Everything okay?” Mellissa asked, with concern in her voice as I sat back down in my seat.
“Yeah fine,” I said nonchalantly. Her eyes followed Caleb to where he went and took his place back at the card game, as if none of us existed.
“I don’t like him,” she stated frowning. “He’s no good, I can feel it.”
“You’re not the only one,” I said, then downed my drink in one.
“I’ll get you another,” Drake offered, swiping my empty glass and walking over to the bar.
In my peripheral vision, I glimpsed someone else get up from the card game and start walking over to our table. Stopping right beside me, he bent down and grabbing my hand, he kissed it whilst steadily holding my gaze with his almond shaped muddy brown eyes.
I was too shocked to protest.
Mellissa looked on in astonishment, and eventually my brain kicked into gear and my lips began to move. “Excuse Me,” I said hesitantly.
“Hi.” He smiled at me. I’m Ressler and I just had to come over here and meet you.”
“Okay...” I said, waiting for the pun. Still holding my hand, he slid into the vacant seat opposite. “Your beauty is astonishing. What’s your name?” he asked me curiously.
“Is this a joke?” I asked suspiciously. “Did Caleb send you over here? Because you can just go right back over there and tell him I’m not interested in his silly games,” I said, annoyed that we were right back here again after we had just agreed to keep out of each other’s way.
“No he didn’t send me. I’m here all on my own, believe me.” I shifted uncomfortably as he stared at me in wonderment. Who was this guy? He was weird.
“Her name’s Pria,” Mellissa chimed in, kicking me under the table. Drake sauntered over from the bar and handed Mellissa and I another drink. “Vodka on the rocks,” he grinned at me. “Thought you could use it.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Mellissa grabbed her drink. “I like this place. It’s fun.”
Drake sat down next to her and draped his arm over her shoulder, and she snuggled in. “What are you doing Ressler?” Drake asked. “Marking somebody else’s territory already?” His grin was smug.
“So you just know everybody?” Mellissa asked him.
“Well I know Ressler.” Drake took another swig of his beer. I released my hands from Ressler’s grip and took a sip of my drink, pulling a face of disgust as the foul liquid slipped down my throat. “Ugh,” I said, and quickly finished the rest of it.
“Mellissa never mentioned you had a drinking problem,” Drake said smiling.
“Yeah well, the right person can do that to you.” I looked over in Caleb’s direction.
“Want another?” Ressler asked me.
“Yes, just keep them coming,” I told him, and he left for the bar talking with an extremely built bald headed guy that I assumed to be Sully.
“Uh Pria, it’s not that I don’t like this new let-loose you, but you don’t really drink much and I would say your only a few more of those away from vomiting all over those lovely cowboy boots of your’s, so take it easy okay?” she told me, nodding at my empty glass.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, I’m just having a good time.” I glanced over at the pool table. “Speaking of a good time-,” I said getting up. “Anyone up for a game of pool?”
Ressler came back with my drink.
“Thanks.” I took the drink from him.
“Did you just mention pool?” he asked me, with a smile forming on his rather cute face. What was it with Caleb and all of his good-looking acquaintances?
“That’s right,” I said
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