An Interaction

An Interaction

Hours may have passed since the whiskey started pouring down their throats; of course, it may have only been about ten minutes at this point for all he could remember. Everyone's had those kinds of nights. At present, he found himself walking through a strange, sterile hallway with a red-haired girl who had, at some point, wrapped her right arm around his waist. Her fingers crept under his shirt to touch the skin of his hips, which she massaged ever so softly. He groped for the walls, feeling his way along the freshly painted brick surface as he tried to straighten out his steps. Something by his upper thigh began to pulsate and vibrate in bursts, causing him to stutter step until he heard the familiar staccato beats of The Cars' "Just What I Needed," He fumbled through his pocket to find his phone, and stumbled away from the red-haired girl as he answered it; "It's my girlfriend," he said. "Hold on one second..."
And she did. She stood about a foot away from him, with a translucent glaze of lust and alcohol drowning her eyes. She smiled softly, showing just enough teeth to bite the left corner of her lips, and, keeping her hand below her hips, tugged his wrist to get him moving again. He started walking as the phone conversation ended, and she took his hand in hers to guide him along. Although he could hardly feel his nose or upper lip, he could feel each of her fingers sliding between each of his, until their hands interlocked, and the walk continued.
As they approached the elevator lobby, she took his hand in both of hers and dropped her neck into her shoulders. He fumbled for a moment before finding his footing on the wall beside the elevator door, and after several seconds could finally focus on her eyes. "So..." she began, allowing the 'o' to hang, "...do you want to take my number." He blinked his bloodshot eyes, paused, and removed his phone from his pocket once again. "Sure, sure," he slurred, searching through his phone to find the "New Entry" option. He swallowed hard, and asked, "What'd you say your name was, again?" Instantly, she dropped his hand, allowing it to slap loudly against his thigh as she straightened out her posture. The left corner of her lip that she had bitten only moments before was now curled upward. "Rachel." she muttered, as she reached behind her and pressed the "Call" button on the wall.

Oct. '06