So drunk

BLAIR’S POV

I had to go to the bathroom to freshen up. The moment Dr Reynolds approached me, my body temperature rose to a dangerous level. I could feel sweat on the back of my neck and tapped it with a dampened tissue paper.

Whenever Professor Reynolds was around, I felt weird like my chest tightened and my mind raced for no good reason. It wasn’t about attraction or being gay. I wasn’t gay. Back home, my parents used to call me effeminate because I never wanted to sleep with girls like they expected. But that didn’t mean I liked guys either. I just was who I was.

But damn, why the hell did the professor always look at me like that? Sometimes I thought he might be gay. Maybe that’s why his eyes lingered on me longer than usual.

Do you think you look good in that suit tonight? Do you think you're all grown up?

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the marble counter of the sink.

"What's wrong?" Asked Maddox as he came out from one of the stalls.

"Knocked myself ." I said, concealing the true reasons of my exasperation.

That was it, he exasperated me.

"I want to get out of here," I said, reaching for a red tie from my bag and fixing it around my neck. I hadn't worn it during the exhibition, but now that I wanted to hit the bars, I put it on. "I need to drink something stronger than champagne."

Maddox gave me a knowing grin. "Oh man, you're ready to party! Let's go!"

We left the Kingston Museum at around midnight. We walked to the city center where all the bars were located.

Maddox took me to "Alegro Alley" as it was commonly known. This small nook, tucked away in the city, was where the best bars with the cheapest drinks were sold.

The alley was brightly lit, each bar having its own distinct style. Some resembled cafés, others were more catered to dancing. There was even a cowboy themed one.

I was loving it so far.

We walked into the bar that resembled a club the most.

All we wanted was disco lights, a big dance floor, and shots.

"To a year of shitty artwork and wild nights!" Maddox toasted as we took a shot of tequila.

We danced for a whole hour, drinking shots every now and again. I had probably had four or five by one in the morning.

"Hey, I want to check out the cowboy bar! I heard they have a mechanical bull!" Said Maddox, his shirt slightly damp from sweating.

I agreed and left the bar. Alegro Alley was now packed full with people, so I clutched Maddox's wallet so we wouldn't get separated as we made our way across the street.

As we entered the cowboy style bar appropriately named 'Rodeo', I made my way to the counter and asked for more shots, this time vodka.

"Calm down cowboy! It looks like you're trying to forget someone!" Maddox commented. He was just messing with me, but still my heart hammered in my chest when he said that.

"Let's go." I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor.

On the dance floor, my eyes landed on a beautiful girl laughing with her friends. I wasn’t interested in her , not really. But the alcohol made me want to dance, to feel something, so I joined her without hesitation.

That bar was incredibly fun. They only played country hits, Shania Twain being the most played artist, of course. All the guys in the bar made their way to the dance floor when "I Feel Like a Woman" started playing and the girl danced more.

More drinks, more dancing. My head started spinning. I lost track of time and of how many shots I had in my system.

And then I saw him, relaxed and jovial, having a beer with Kent and a few other guys.

"Professor Reynolds is here!" I blurted out to Maddox.

Maybe I should have kept that information to myself, but in my drunken state I wasn't sure I was fully in control of my words.

"Oh my God, that's so awkward! I don't want him to see me here!" He said, straightening his shirt collar. Unlike him, I was feeling quite confident.

"Blair, get back here!" He said as he tried to keep me on the dance floor.

Oops.

"Didn't get enough of this sharp suit?" I tapped his shoulder. His friends were too engrossed in conversation to even notice I was there. The bar was also too fucking loud. Nobody even heard me, only him.

Him.

His eyes scanned my body, his mouth agape. I had ditched my blazer and my torso was completely exposed in that fitted shirt.

"What are you doing here? It's late." He said, shouting over the loud music.

"Friday nights were made for having fun!" I said. I signalled the bartender to get me another shot. Was this shot number 8? I couldn't tell.

"Blair!" I felt someone grab my arm. Maddox. It was Maddox. "Professor. Excuse my friend, he isn't feeling like himself."

"I can tell..." he said. That was when the bartender passed me the shot. I drank it without a moment's hesitation. After I cleared the glass in one quick gulp, I placed it right under Dr Reynolds' nose.

"Care for a drink, Dr Reynolds? I bet you could use something stronger than beer."

"Blair!" Maddox reprimanded me. He apologised to the professor and literally dragged me away from him.

"Blair, what do you think you're doing?! Are you feeling alright?" He asked, concern laced in his voice.

My head was spinning. Was it from the alcohol or from Dr Reynolds' eyes studying my body earlier?

Either way, both intoxicating.

"Let's sit down." He said. I pushed him away.

"I don't want to sit down!" I spoke.

I walked to the dance floor, eyeing a random girl who looked like she needed company. As I danced with her to a stupid song about pickup trucks and whiskey, my eyes found their way to my professor.

He was already looking at me, his hand balled up into a fist.

Why the hell was he getting annoyed?.

A few more songs played. Not sure how many, they all sounded the same. The sweaty girl was gripping my body, her hands touching my waist.... my soft dick.

Shit.

Suddenly, the world started to spin wildly. I felt like I was losing strength in my legs.

I don't know how I managed to do it, but I found Maddox.

"I'm not okay." I managed to say before my vision turned black.