out on a date, which this time I readily agreed to, before he had to leave. He said he had to be at work early in the morning.
He handed me his phone. “Put your number in and I’ll call you tomorrow when I get off. We can have dinner and maybe catch a movie or just hang out.”
I keyed in my number while he did the same with my phone. “Anything you wanna do is fine by me.”
He took back his phone and leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’ll call you after I get off. Bye, Jayden.
Be careful driving back.” He left and I headed back to our table.
My roommate, Sharon, was the only one sitting at our table. Her head was down and she was texting on her phone; she didn’t even notice me at first. I waved my hands in front of my face to cool off, smiling at her.
“It’s really hot in here,” I shouted over the noise. “You’re not dancing?”
She looked up from her phone, pointing to the fresh drinks on the table. “Nah. I’m waiting for Dustin to get here and I hate dancing with anyone else. The waitress brought more drinks. You should really try some Jack in your soda. It’s good.”
I hesitated for a second, but figured one sip couldn’t hurt. I was in college and if I didn’t like it I’d just get another soda. Besides, I figured it might relax me a bit. “Sure, why not, if you’re sure it’s okay?”
“Here, try it,” she said, handing me her drink. “Don’t worry, I don’t have germs or anything,” she grinned.
I laughed then made the mistake of taking a large drink, thinking I’d taste mostly soda. I couldn’t prevent my shudder. “Ugh, that’s awful!” I cringed, laughing. “How can you even drink that?”
She burst out laughing when she saw the disgusted look on my face, and shoved another drink at me.
“Okay, so you’re not a Jack and Coke drinker. Try something fruity instead.”
I grabbed the drink from her and sniffed before bringing it to my lips cautiously. At least it smelled better. I took a tiny sip and smiled. It was sweet and tangy, and tasted of pineapple and coconut. I took another sip before handing it back to her.
“That’s much better,” I grinned. “What is it?”
“Some weird tropical thing with rum that Deanna ordered,” she shrugged. “I’m sure she’ll be fine with it if you want to just finish that one. Just be sure the bouncers don’t catch you since you don’t have a fake ID yet. She can order another one when she comes back.”
I wasn’t used to alcohol and shouldn’t since I drove here alone, but didn’t want to sound like a complete wimp either. When in Rome and all that. “Thanks.”
“I’m going to the bathroom. You all right to watch our drinks and stuff?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I’m just going to sit here a while.”
When I was getting ready in my dorm earlier, I found a pamphlet with all kinds of information about being safe when going out, like making sure you had a designated driver, guarding your personal effects, and never leaving drinks unattended. The section about unattended drinks had been circled in red marker and was really eye-opening. I figured Sharon had left it behind for me.
Now that I was alone, I switched back to drinking my soda, not brave enough to keep drinking or wanting to chance having the alcohol affect me since the roads were wet and it was still raining. I turned to watch the dance floor, trying to remember all the names and faces of the people I’d met. As I turned, someone bumped my arm, causing my drink to spill on my shirt and in my lap.
“Crap!”
“Oh, hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me help you.”
I stood to brush the ice out of my lap, shooking my head and turned back to the table, putting my drink down. “It’s fine,” I grumbled. “I got it.” I grimaced and looked down at my shirt. He took a paper towel from the roll on the table and handed it to me. “Thanks.”
I blotted at the wetness and then looked up to see the man
He handed me his phone. “Put your number in and I’ll call you tomorrow when I get off. We can have dinner and maybe catch a movie or just hang out.”
I keyed in my number while he did the same with my phone. “Anything you wanna do is fine by me.”
He took back his phone and leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’ll call you after I get off. Bye, Jayden.
Be careful driving back.” He left and I headed back to our table.
My roommate, Sharon, was the only one sitting at our table. Her head was down and she was texting on her phone; she didn’t even notice me at first. I waved my hands in front of my face to cool off, smiling at her.
“It’s really hot in here,” I shouted over the noise. “You’re not dancing?”
She looked up from her phone, pointing to the fresh drinks on the table. “Nah. I’m waiting for Dustin to get here and I hate dancing with anyone else. The waitress brought more drinks. You should really try some Jack in your soda. It’s good.”
I hesitated for a second, but figured one sip couldn’t hurt. I was in college and if I didn’t like it I’d just get another soda. Besides, I figured it might relax me a bit. “Sure, why not, if you’re sure it’s okay?”
“Here, try it,” she said, handing me her drink. “Don’t worry, I don’t have germs or anything,” she grinned.
I laughed then made the mistake of taking a large drink, thinking I’d taste mostly soda. I couldn’t prevent my shudder. “Ugh, that’s awful!” I cringed, laughing. “How can you even drink that?”
She burst out laughing when she saw the disgusted look on my face, and shoved another drink at me.
“Okay, so you’re not a Jack and Coke drinker. Try something fruity instead.”
I grabbed the drink from her and sniffed before bringing it to my lips cautiously. At least it smelled better. I took a tiny sip and smiled. It was sweet and tangy, and tasted of pineapple and coconut. I took another sip before handing it back to her.
“That’s much better,” I grinned. “What is it?”
“Some weird tropical thing with rum that Deanna ordered,” she shrugged. “I’m sure she’ll be fine with it if you want to just finish that one. Just be sure the bouncers don’t catch you since you don’t have a fake ID yet. She can order another one when she comes back.”
I wasn’t used to alcohol and shouldn’t since I drove here alone, but didn’t want to sound like a complete wimp either. When in Rome and all that. “Thanks.”
“I’m going to the bathroom. You all right to watch our drinks and stuff?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I’m just going to sit here a while.”
When I was getting ready in my dorm earlier, I found a pamphlet with all kinds of information about being safe when going out, like making sure you had a designated driver, guarding your personal effects, and never leaving drinks unattended. The section about unattended drinks had been circled in red marker and was really eye-opening. I figured Sharon had left it behind for me.
Now that I was alone, I switched back to drinking my soda, not brave enough to keep drinking or wanting to chance having the alcohol affect me since the roads were wet and it was still raining. I turned to watch the dance floor, trying to remember all the names and faces of the people I’d met. As I turned, someone bumped my arm, causing my drink to spill on my shirt and in my lap.
“Crap!”
“Oh, hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me help you.”
I stood to brush the ice out of my lap, shooking my head and turned back to the table, putting my drink down. “It’s fine,” I grumbled. “I got it.” I grimaced and looked down at my shirt. He took a paper towel from the roll on the table and handed it to me. “Thanks.”
I blotted at the wetness and then looked up to see the man
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