Dylan was drunk off her ass, she had never been this wasted, not even in college and it was a school night but she had been so… upset about finding out her mother had had another child, she had an older sister and hid it from her for… Well her whole life and then ambushed her with said older sister without any kind of warning, granted it was less awful than what she had imagined, one of her parents dying or getting divorced or her being adopted, she couldn’t believe her father had lied to her, he kept sending her texts about it was not something for him to tell her, it was her mother’s past and blah blah.
So here she was at a bar, her father kept transferring money to her personal account, saying she could his card, that she had for emergencies, like money would fix years of lies. She huffed.
She felt a hand rub her back, she had her head buried in her arms and she was sitting by the bar and honestly couldn’t even remember the last hour.
“Hey.” She heard a voice say next to her, the soothing motion on her hand continued. “Here’s your girl.” She heard and gentle hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, she saw the face of a very good looking stranger and she smiled all drunkenly at her.
“Hey, I’m Dylan.” She said and the stranger woman chuckled.
“I know, honey, we’ve known each other for the last hour.” She added and pushed Dylan gently against a warm body behind her. “She was talking about sisters and liars and buying a yacht for revenge and donating it for charity, she bought drinks for the whole bar at least twice… I didn’t want anyone taking advantage and she mentioned you a couple of times.” The stranger talked to the warm body Dylan was leaning against. The woman looked from Dylan to whoever was behind her a couple of times before a playful smirk pulled at her lips that Dylan mimicked because she was drunk. “If you’re still sure you’re single once you’re…. less drunk and rode out the hangover… Give me a call.” She said sliding a card into Dylan’s flannel shirt front pocket. “And we’ll see about those mind blowing orgasms.” She added winking at Dylan and then looking behind her. “Take care of her.” She said and then walked away and Dylan waved at her before slowly, the world was spinning too fast, turning and smiling as she saw Sloan was the one behind her.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” She slurred. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.” She always thought clubs were more Sloan’s style and she had wanted to drink relatively safety so she had come to a gay bar. “You want a drink? You look like you could use a drink, I’ll get you a drink, I’m cut off but I have a neat trick.” She said trying to wink playfully but ended up just blinking weirdly, before she fished in her wallet for and slapping a 100 dollar bill on the bar counter and looking expectantly at the bartender who sighed deeply, poured two shots and slid some limes towards them and taking the bill.
“These are the last ones, next I’ll just get the bill, I don’t want you dying in my bar.” The bartender said before sliding Dylan’s keys towards Sloan and turning away.
“You want to do body shots?” She asked with a smirk.
It was the middle of the work week and Sloan was deep in the middle of preparing for a series of races she was taking part in to keep herself in shape. Even if she fucked around a lot in the offseason, she took her job seriously and managed to get pretty involved with the fitness scene in Orlando when she wasn’t filming.
So, when a phone call came through in the middle of the evening for her to show up at some bar where a very, very drunk Dylan was talking about her, Sloan almost considered not going. She was still a little annoyed with Dylan, if she were being honest, but she ultimately wasn’t that shitty of a person, so she decided to go. Not that she believed Dylan actually even wanted her there.
After driving her car over and getting into the bar, it didn’t take Sloan long to spot the other woman and walk over, sighing about the whole situation. She put an arm around Dylan as the drunken disaster was pushed over into her and gave a half frown, half nod to the woman who had called her. Whatever, if Dylan wanted to call the sleaze, she could, it wasn’t like Sloan cared.
“Ookay, how about we stop tossing hundreds around like we own the place and get you out of here?” Sloan suggested, pinching at the bridge of her nose. Dylan was well and truly wasted, no doubt about it. “I can’t drink, I’m running a half marathon in a few hours,” she said, pushing the drinks away as she leaned over on the bar to talk to the bartender.
“How much is it to settle for her? I’ll get her out of here,” Sloan promised, keeping a close eye over on Dylan to at least try to make sure she wasn’t going off anywhere else.
