“Sure.”  I was not the type to turn down a free drink; it was not like I was going home with him.  Maybe a couple of dances and we would part ways. 

“Tyler.”

“Spencer.  Nice to meet you.”  We made the shorthand conversation necessary in a club, where you get little bits and pieces of information about the person, which you can barely make out over the music.  We had a couple more drinks before he asked me to dance.  I agreed and he led me to a spot right in the middle of the floor.  It was so crowded that we were pushed into each other and we began grinding to the music.  His hands were all over me as he continued to try and make eye contact.  I just closed my eyes and tried to get lost in the music.  This tactic worked well until he brazenly made a move.  He kissed me while I had my eyes closed and invaded my mouth with his tongue.  Had I not been drunk, I probably would have pushed him off me and slapped him across the face for his shamelessness.  But I had been hurting for so long and it felt so good to have somebody want me again that I allowed him to continue. In that moment, it didn’t matter who it was.  I wrapped my arms around his neck, noticing how hard his whole body was as I leaned further into him.  There was no doubt he was hot and I was drunk.

“You wanna go to my place?”

I barely hesitated before responding, “Okay.”

I pulled him by the hand and walked over to Lucy.  “I’m gonna get going.  I had a great time.  I’ll come over tomorrow before I leave.”  I slurred nearly every one of my words and she looked at me, concerned.  It was then that she noticed Tyler standing there. She shot him a ‘can I help you’ look, not really sure who he was or why he was standing there.  Then I saw her eyes pan down to our hands.

“Spencer!”  She asked him to excuse us as she pulled my hand from his and dragged me into the bathroom.  “What do you think you are doing?  You’re not planning on going home with him are you?”