Sequel: Seven Days ›
Just You
Seven
The bar was way too crowded for my tastes. Back home, I preferred smaller dive bars than clubs. Even when I moved to LA three years ago, I didn’t go to bars downtown. I knew either Mikayla or Danneel picked the place because Jensen shared my preference and Jared had none. It was probably Danneel’s choice because Mikayla should know better.
Jared took Mikayla by the hand and bent down from his impressive height to talk to the doorman. The doorman nodded a couple of times and with a, “Right this way, Mr. Padalecki,” he began to lead the way through the crowd. Mikayla took my hand so we didn’t get separated and I felt Jensen’s hand on my shoulder.
The doorman led us to a private, VIP room roped off with a red velvet rope. The room was pretty big, with two off-white couches that seemed to glow in the dim lighting coming from the ground. A huge table bisected the middle and held bottles of Ketel One, Grey Goose, and Jameson on ice.
“Bottle service?” I looked to Jared. “Fancy, Mr. Padalecki.”
“Only the finest for you, Crazy.” He threw an arm over me in a half hug.
“That’s the sweetest thang anyone’s ever said to me.” I gasped in an over-dramatic southern accent. He laughed and I pulled away to examine the bottles.
“Hey, back off the Jameson. That’s mine.” Jensen said as I plucked the whiskey from the ice.
“Not all of it!” Mikayla yelled, grabbing the bottle from my grasp and opening it. She took a big swig and I laughed.
“I don’t think this is going to be enough.” Jared said, scratching his head.
“Tonight’s going to be a bad night, I can tell.” I muttered.
“Bad, but oh, so good.” Mikayla grinned at me.
Three hours later, I was officially drunk and loving life. I could say the same for Jensen and Mikayla, but Jared and Danneel, being the designated drivers, were stone cold sober. Jared sat laughing with Mikayla on the couch next to me and I lost track of Danneel. She was probably in the bathroom or something. A random dance song was playing and I moved my hips to the beat from my position on the couch. Jensen looked over from his seat next to me and laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re giving the couch a lap dance.”
“You’re just jealous.” He rolled his eyes at my playful banter.
“Yeah, jealous, that’s what I am.”
“Dance with me.” I grinned at him and pulled him up. We began dancing, almost hip to hip. He was pretty good at keeping the beat, and I looked up from our pelvic regions to his eyes.
Those green spheres of light, glowing brightly even in the dim lighting. They were gorgeous. The way his thick eyelashes batted up and down, concealing the color for just a moment, just enough to forget the magnificent color, then shock you with it again. The curve of his nose, his jawline, those lips…I felt myself moving forward, and before I knew it, we were kissing.
He moved away after just a peck, wiping at his lips and stumbling backwards, but I knew our two friends saw. Shit, what do I do?
“Sorry.” I muttered, and turned on my heel to run like the scared little bitch I was. Moving that fast when you’re that drunk does not end well. I fell to my knees hard, and scrambled to get up. I felt two strong hands pull me up by my arms and help me through the room, around the crowd, and out of the club.
I felt tears stab at my eyes as I slid down the side of the building. Through a watery gaze, I saw Jared’s face stare determinedly at me, willing me to say something.
“Well, I’m drunk.” I tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sob. I never wanted to hear a sound like that come out of me. It sounded so helpless.
“Yeah, you are. But you aren’t that drunk.” He sighed and pulled me into a hug and I relaxed in his arms. “Why don’t you crash at our place tonight?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He pulled back and smiled softly at me.
“I’ll go get Mikayla. Stay here.” I nodded and slowly stood to lean against the wall. I felt strangely sober after all of this, and I couldn’t wait to go to sleep and forget about this for a few hours.
The only thing I could do now is wait until the morning when we were all level headed and figure this out.
Jared took Mikayla by the hand and bent down from his impressive height to talk to the doorman. The doorman nodded a couple of times and with a, “Right this way, Mr. Padalecki,” he began to lead the way through the crowd. Mikayla took my hand so we didn’t get separated and I felt Jensen’s hand on my shoulder.
The doorman led us to a private, VIP room roped off with a red velvet rope. The room was pretty big, with two off-white couches that seemed to glow in the dim lighting coming from the ground. A huge table bisected the middle and held bottles of Ketel One, Grey Goose, and Jameson on ice.
“Bottle service?” I looked to Jared. “Fancy, Mr. Padalecki.”
“Only the finest for you, Crazy.” He threw an arm over me in a half hug.
“That’s the sweetest thang anyone’s ever said to me.” I gasped in an over-dramatic southern accent. He laughed and I pulled away to examine the bottles.
“Hey, back off the Jameson. That’s mine.” Jensen said as I plucked the whiskey from the ice.
“Not all of it!” Mikayla yelled, grabbing the bottle from my grasp and opening it. She took a big swig and I laughed.
“I don’t think this is going to be enough.” Jared said, scratching his head.
“Tonight’s going to be a bad night, I can tell.” I muttered.
“Bad, but oh, so good.” Mikayla grinned at me.
Three hours later, I was officially drunk and loving life. I could say the same for Jensen and Mikayla, but Jared and Danneel, being the designated drivers, were stone cold sober. Jared sat laughing with Mikayla on the couch next to me and I lost track of Danneel. She was probably in the bathroom or something. A random dance song was playing and I moved my hips to the beat from my position on the couch. Jensen looked over from his seat next to me and laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re giving the couch a lap dance.”
“You’re just jealous.” He rolled his eyes at my playful banter.
“Yeah, jealous, that’s what I am.”
“Dance with me.” I grinned at him and pulled him up. We began dancing, almost hip to hip. He was pretty good at keeping the beat, and I looked up from our pelvic regions to his eyes.
Those green spheres of light, glowing brightly even in the dim lighting. They were gorgeous. The way his thick eyelashes batted up and down, concealing the color for just a moment, just enough to forget the magnificent color, then shock you with it again. The curve of his nose, his jawline, those lips…I felt myself moving forward, and before I knew it, we were kissing.
He moved away after just a peck, wiping at his lips and stumbling backwards, but I knew our two friends saw. Shit, what do I do?
“Sorry.” I muttered, and turned on my heel to run like the scared little bitch I was. Moving that fast when you’re that drunk does not end well. I fell to my knees hard, and scrambled to get up. I felt two strong hands pull me up by my arms and help me through the room, around the crowd, and out of the club.
I felt tears stab at my eyes as I slid down the side of the building. Through a watery gaze, I saw Jared’s face stare determinedly at me, willing me to say something.
“Well, I’m drunk.” I tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sob. I never wanted to hear a sound like that come out of me. It sounded so helpless.
“Yeah, you are. But you aren’t that drunk.” He sighed and pulled me into a hug and I relaxed in his arms. “Why don’t you crash at our place tonight?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He pulled back and smiled softly at me.
“I’ll go get Mikayla. Stay here.” I nodded and slowly stood to lean against the wall. I felt strangely sober after all of this, and I couldn’t wait to go to sleep and forget about this for a few hours.
The only thing I could do now is wait until the morning when we were all level headed and figure this out.