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things, and I'm taking ' em down like a woman - nose holding and all.
    “Whoa! Al, be careful with that shit. It's been known to kick a few asses in its time,” Blake informs, playfully nudging my shoulder.
    “Yeah? Well, let it kick away,” I insist, tipping it back. Holding up the empty tube, I alert the bartender I want another round. Soph mimics my action and the bartender delivers us another drink. Soph takes hers back and heads for the dance floor.
    “Girl, I'm goin' to find me some candy,” she announces, dancing her way across the bar.
    Holding my tube up, I clink it against Blake's beer. “Bottom’s up, baby," Blake smiles, shakes his head, and releases soft chuckles. Bringing the tube to my lips, I suck the liquid down, and the alcohol burns as it slides down my throat; however, it doesn't burn enough to stop me from wanting another one. Signaling the bartender to bring me my fifth round, Blake reaches up and pulls my arm down onto the bar. “Damn, babe, slow down! Give those a chance to kick in. The effects from alcohol don't kick in immediately. That shit will hit you as soon as your feet touch this the floor.”
    I can't help but laugh out loud at the irony; ass kickers, kicking my ass. Who would've ever thought that they would live up to their name? “Well, if I get sick, you're taking care of me. I'm goin' home with you; keep that in mind, hot stuff.”
    He reaches over and swipes the curls away from my shoulder. His fingertips graze my skin; his touch causes every hair on my neck to rise. “Wouldn't have it any other way, babe,” he whispers into my ear.
    Ohmygod! The heat from his breath sends chills down my spine, and a delicious warmth pools inside of my sex. “This is the last one, and I mean it, dammit! What am I going to do with you?” he asks.
    Oh, believe me Blake, I've got plenty of ideas of things you can do to me, with me.
    My fifth drink is set before me and I take it down like the others, slamming the glass to the table as my head begins to throb. “Shit!” I place my hands on my forehead trying to stop the pain.
    “Brain freeze?” Blake laughs. Oh, he thinks this shit is funny? Maybe I should punch him in the throat, would I be funny then?
    “Not funny,” I say, shoving his chest. As I sit here and wait for the brain-throbbing misery to subside, Bruno Mars' “Treasure” begins to play in the background, and before I know it, Blake picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. “Hey! Put me down!”
    He gives me a slap to the ass and continues toward the dance floor. “This is my shit, Allie Grace! I will not put you down. We're dancin', babe.” When we make it to the dance floor, he slides the front of my body down his, causing my legs to feel weak.
    Blake takes my hand and pulls me to him, swaying us side to side. He spins me out and back into him again. His mom's a dance instructor, and she's taught the boy well. He brings my arms up around his neck, and then his hands grind their way up and down the sides of my body. He begins to sing the lyrics, “Treasure, that is what you are, girl you're my golden star”. His eyes devour me; it sends sparks throughout my body.
    Wow, just wow!
    He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him - holyfrigginbatmanbustinballs -I feel his hardness, somebody help me! I'm losing control. He grabs my hand and starts to repeat more lyrics. “You are my treasure, you are my treasure.” He's looking at me like a leprechaun who's just discovered its missing pot of gold.
    Bruno's voice begins to fade. I bring my arms around Blake's waist pulling him back towards the bar. “I want another drink,” I say.
    “Dammit, Allie, I already told you no more,” he says sternly.
    Well, I've got news for him; what Allie wants, Allie gets. Turning to face him, my tongue licks from his clavicle up to his ear. I take his lobe between my teeth and give it a gentle tug. “Last one, promise,” I whisper, rubbing my palm along the length of his