Drunk and Disorderly (Love in the City Short) Read Online Free Page A

own ears. Placing my hand on his hard as a rock forearm, I start to rise off the barstool. “Could you point me in the direction of the ladies’ room?”
    “Back through the hallway on the right.” He seems disappointed. Undoubtedly, it’s not the answer he usually hears.
    “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”
    “And I’ll be waiting for that answer, baby.”
    Holy shit… That little endearment and my vodka’ed blood make me almost fall to my knees where I stand. But I pause, smile at him and head to the restroom. As I make my way to it, I can feel his eyes perusing my backside. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t add a little more sway to my hips.
    Once inside, I handle my business quickly and do what every girl should do when faced with a decision like this: call a girlfriend.
    “Hey, Millie. How’d the inter—”
    “Oh, my God!” I completely interrupt. “Priscilla, you're never going to believe where I am.”
    “In Atlanta still, I hope.”
    “Yes, but I'm across the street from your apartment building at that dive bar, Joe’s Place”
    “Wait. What are you doing there? Are you by yourself?” She sounds worried but I continue on.
    “Well, yes and no. The interview went horrible. Terrible.” I have difficulty pronouncing those last two words. Too many “B’s.”
    “Oh no. What happened?”
    “’The Hair’ totally has the job, not me.”
    “Millie, you’re not making a lick of sense right now. And who's ‘The Hair’? Have you been drinking? For Christ’s sake it's only a little after three!”
    “I've been drinking, maybe even a tad tipsy, but I've run into the hunk of all hunks here. Coop the Divine.”
    “Now you’re really worrying me. So you've just met this guy. There at Joe’s?”
    “Yes. He's a regular here. Tall and gorgeous. Built. I think he likes me too.”
    “Of course he likes you. You're the hottest friend I have. Uber sexy. That was said in a non-lesbian way, okay?”
    “You’re so funny. I’m not even a little sexy.” I lean against the sink to steady myself. No more drinks for me. “I just wanted to let you know who I was with in case things heat up and I’m never heard from again. He’s asked me to go back to his place.”
    “Oh, Millie. I don’t think that’s a good idea. You really don’t know who this guy is, you’re drunk, and it’s only three in the afternoon.” She pauses and I hear her sigh. “And if he’s as hot as you say, I think your ‘never sleep together on the first date’ streak will be over.”
    “He seems like a nice guy, though. Joe, the old bar guy, knew him by name. Anyway, he’s been trying to cheer me up after the interview from hell.”
    “I don’t like this at all, Millie. Please be careful. If I don’t hear from you in a couple hours I’m calling this Joe guy.”
    “I promise to call. And what can happen to me in broad daylight?”
    “A lot, believe me.” There seems to be a bit of “been there, done that” in Priscilla’s words.
    “I’ll be careful.” Deep down inside I’m not sure that’s the truth. “Okay?”
    “Okay.” She appears to throw in the towel on talking me out of going home with him. “Remember, call me or else.”
    “Bye, Priscilla.”
    “Love you crazy.”
    “You too.”
    After getting off the call with Priscilla, I look into the small hazy mirror over the bathroom sink, assessing my reflection. I’m a little bright-eyed, and excited. It’s Coop making me appear this way. I know it has everything to do with him. A hot guy flirting with me, finding me attractive, and wanting to be with me. It’s as intoxicating as the vodka I’ve been drinking. And to be quite honest with you, I’ve not felt a thrill like this in a long, long time.
    Drinking early, alone, and having an encounter with an unbelievably hot guy who’s interested in me, well, let’s just say this isn’t my normal day. The thought of stopping whatever direction it’s going in makes me feel sad. I’m not ready to let