Post by Francie Myrtle on Jul 18, 2019 0:27:06 GMT
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|Francie wasn't the drinking kind of girl... usually, but she felt like one of those sticks-up-the-ass kind of girls if she didn't drink during her friend's bachlorette party! Truth be told, Francie hadn't drank much alcohol, save for a few coolers every once in a while or a girlie drink. So the fact that they were drinking harder drinks was a bit challenging for the tiny blonde.|
Yes, five feet of a tiny person means it doesn't take much for her to be a little dizzy and flushed. Or crazy enough to accept the dare she's been given. Most of the girls in the wedding party were married or in 'serious' relationships. Francie seemed to be the odd one out... of this wedding party, anyway. No, most 20-something-year-old wedding parties aren't so fortunate. That's more like 30-something-year-old wedding parties but. Oh well, here she was.
The dare was to ask Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Sexy to take her home for the night. Really, Francie didn't expect anything but a no. Her head felt light, her cheeks were hot, her whole body felt hot kinda, and it was hard to focus straight in front of her. So, she downed a sixteen-ounce bottle of water, visited the bathroom for a quick pee, and then she was back to approaching Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Sexy.
With a deep inhale, she gave the man's shoulder a light tap or three, then hesitated for a moment before withdrawing her finger.
"I'm, um, sorry. But, excuse me?" She could barely even hear herself over the stupid music. Why did it have to be so loud anyway?