A Drunken Fuss

Dante offered his hand to me, and I looked down at it with new eyes.

I took the offered hand and climbed over the rope. He led me to the dance floor and spun me, pulling me to his chest.

“Wow,” I said. “I see you have some skill.”

He raised his brows and chuckled. “Okay, so maybe you are not as shy as I thought. You speak!”

I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest with a smile. He looked down at the assaulting hand and peered over to my breast. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I frowned. I was beginning to wonder if he was a bit more hammered than I.

“Like the view?”

He blinked and looked me in the eye. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just really like your outfit.”

“No,” I gasped out sarcastically. “Really? I never got that.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“A tad bit,” I said with a smile. “I mean, I could be wrong, but I knew something was up when you stared at my tits like a nursing infant in need of feeding.”

He laughed out, head falling back. “I am so sorry. I did not mean to be rude.” He looked at me, a large smile splitting his face. “I am not going to lie and say that I am not that kind of guy because – let us be honest here – all guys have that urge. I just try not to be that guy. It just looks really good on you.”

I gave a genuine smile and nodded. “Well thank you for your honesty,” I said. “Would you believe me if I told you that this top came from a pirate costume?”

“Really?” His brows shot to his hair line, shocked by my announcement.

“Really, really!”

“Well, argh matey, you wear it well.”

“Eww,” I laughed out. “You did not just do that!”

“I did,” he said, arms tightening around my waist. “And I got the desired effect of a smile from a pretty girl.”

My face flushed and I bit my lower lip. “Thank you for the compliment.”

As the beat changed up, I turned around and pressed my back to his chest. His hands went to my hips and traveled up the sides of my body. He wrapped my arms around his neck, and I laid my head back on his shoulder. He leaned his head down, placing his nose in the nape of my neck. I could feel him breathing me in. I sighed, the tickling sensation sending my nerves awry.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered into my ear before kissing down my neck.

“Oh boy,” I moaned. “If you keep complimenting me like this we might run into some trouble.”

“I like trouble,” he said.

“No... you are trouble.”

We both laughed as he pressed harder into me. He wrapped his arms around my torso and grinded his hard on into my backside.

In all honesty, I did not mind at first. It almost felt nice. Almost. The way his hands ran over my body with the heat of him pressed against mine. The kisses he placed on the skin of my neck and exposed shoulders... It all made me feel... wanted. It was something I never felt before.

But like I said, it almost felt right in the beginning. I was not sure what it was, but something did feel... off. It did not take long for the sailing ship to hit a big ass iceberg and sink.

“You know,” he began “normally I would not go for chubby chicks. But in your case, I love the extra meat on the bones.”

I froze. My eyes snapped open. What the actual fuck?

“Wh-what did you say?”

“I mean – God – you have all the right curves in all the right places. Who cares about the love handles? You know why they call them that, right?”

I pulled away from him and stared the idiot in his eyes.

“You’re joking right,” I said, flabbergasted. “Even if you are - and I really hope that you are – this shit isn’t funny!”

“What’s wrong,” he asked, truly at a loss of what was going on. “I thought we were having a good time.”

As he stepped closer, I shoved him away. I cannot believe that this is really happening.

“You are a disgusting pig.”

“C’mon! What did I say?”

“Just when I started to have a wonderful time with you, and then you decided to be a dumbass. Why would you even say that? What, the hell, is wrong with you?”

“I thought women loved getting compliments on their weight!”

“Who told you that bullshit,” I exclaimed. “And you call that a compliment?” I threw my hands up, completely astonished. What a way to sober up a girl...

“You know what?”

“Do you,” I yelled. 

“Whatever! I do not need this. I can get any bitch in here. Hell! I wanted the red head anyway. She is hotter!”

I raised my hand and back handed him across the face. His head snapped to the side so hard, I almost worried that I might have given him whiplash. Almost. He looked at me and touched his lip. Pulling back his hand, we both noticed the touch of blood that was there.

“You, fucking, bitch,” he growled. He started towards me, and I took a few steps back. I bumped into something hard behind me. When Dante came towards me with his hand raised, I turned and raised my arms, expecting the back lash.

“You weren’t thinking of hitting this woman, were you?”

I blinked. I opened my eyes and looked in front of me. Dante was looking over me.

“She busted my lip.”

“And you insulted her, embarrassing her in front of many strangers,” spoke a dark and husky voice. “I’d say you are even.”

Dante looked down at me and snorted. He waved me off and walked away through the crowd of people. Slowly I turned around, tilting my head back.

Ambers.