The beer made her feel a bit hazy. Three beers. That was how many she had drank. Beth could have sworn sheād held the cups of at least ten. Someone figured out who she was as she watched this band perform in this bar in Providenceā¦ And surely, with all the camera phones she caught pointed in her direction, by too much longer, photos would be making magazines and websites like Perez Hilton for the next morning. People had figured her out, however, and pressed beers into her hand with smiles that seemed ripe with ill intentions. She was happy to say hello, make small talk, but she didnāt want to do any photographs. Anytime someone looked at her for too long, Beth started to feel the air in the bar compress, imaginary hands winding around her neck.Ā
Breathing, and by ordering herself a beer.
The band was nearly done their set. They were a Florida band whose name Beth had already forgotten. They were good, and apparently getting ready to release a new album. She would have liked to stick around and hear the last few songs, but there was a more pressing issue at hand: Her bladder. She picked her way through the crowd, making for the bathrooms towards the back of the bar and down a small hallway near the barās serving area. She ducked into the secluded bathroom and once she was done, she left and began to make her way back towards the area where the band was onstage, but she felt a presence behind her. A cursory glance behind her revealed a man was following her. He was a few feet behind, but she could tell he was waiting to make his move.
Her throat felt constricted, the air was thick.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her fingers were going numb, and she felt cold. So, so cold. Not now, not now. She kept thinking. Not now. She needed a distraction, something quick to pull her out of the situation that she was certain was about to unfold. Her hands were already starting to shake when she saw him.Ā
He stood out like a needle in a haystack among the people who all seemed to be exactly the same. He was tall and lanky, probably taller than anyone else in the room, and he just seemed almost out of place. His back was to her, but that was solved once she crossed the area between them quickly to press him against the closest wall, pull his face down to hers, and kiss him senseless, the feeling of adrenaline slowing as she kissed him.
He had utterly kissable lips and he knew how to use them.
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