Chapter Eleven - Last time?

Aubrey

Gabe and I staggered into his house, both drunk and laughing. The plan for one drink didn’t stick. I had lost count of how many drinks we have had, but the drink has relaxed us. We were getting along great. There had been a lot of talking, laughing and even a little flirting in the last few hours we have been together. I know the flirting shouldn’t be happening, but drink makes you lose common sense if you have enough.

“Drink?” He asks.

“Yes, please, one more, and that is enough,” I giggle.

“If you insist,” He chuckles.

He heads off to grab us both a drink. I look around, and my eyes fall on a music station. Yes, music is good. I went over, working out how to put it on and found a song that I could dance to. Yes, I wanted to dance. I always want to dance when I have been drinking.

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