response #2 to challenge 46: limits
Spoilers for 5.08 "Bob"
Rachel knew her limits.
Or so she thought.
Here she was, on her fourth martini and she showed no sign of stopping.
Neither did her drinking partner.
“So, Bob,” she slurred, “are you gonna catch up or what?”
The blond-haired man tipped his empty shot glass at her. “I should be asking you that question.” He waved to the bartender. “Another martini for the lady.”
Rachel frowned. “That’s not fair.” She gestured to the same bartender. “Get him another shot, will you?”
Bob smiled at her. “So, the lady thinks she can win this round.”
She giggled. She hated hearing that giggle. It reminded her of days when she was an college undergraduate, when weekends started on Wednesdays, when her best friends were named Kimmy and Angie, when she did keg-stands with the rest of the guys from the dorm.
God, she was so drunk.
Their drinks arrived and Bob lifted his glass into the air.
“To new friends,” he said.
“To new friends,” she echoed.
Bob drank his shot like it was water. Rachel, on the other hand, had to force hers down. The alcohol burned all the way to her stomach. She licked her lips and touched Bob’s leg. Yup, definitely drunk.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Bob?” she asked.
He grinned, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
“Why do you ask?” he said.
She leaned forward. “So, I won’t feel guilty about this.” She kissed him without any hesitation. He returned her kiss. There was no taking it back now.
She pulled away. “Wow.”
He chuckled and leaned into her shoulder. “Wow.”
Rachel turned her head, her lips pressed against his forehead. “Are you up for another round?”
He looked up at her. “Are you?”
“What do you think?” She gave him a devious smile and started to signal the bartender when Bob grabbed her hand.
“I was thinking of taking your challenge in another setting.” He kissed her knuckles. “In your room perhaps.”
She gulped. This was suddenly all too much like college again. Complete with the good-looking boy and the one-night stand. Something she usually regretted back then.
Bob’s mouth moved to her wrist. His blue eyes were on her face, waiting for an answer. Rachel didn’t know if it was the martinis or Bob, but she suddenly felt very light-headed. Bob held her up and whispered something in her ear: “Let me take care of you.” She nodded and let Bob help her to her feet.
By the time they reached the elevator, Rachel’s mouth was on Bob’s again. She hoped she wouldn’t have to regret this moment later.
Rachel knew her limits.
Or so she thought.
Here she was, on her fourth martini and she showed no sign of stopping.
Neither did her drinking partner.
“So, Bob,” she slurred, “are you gonna catch up or what?”
The blond-haired man tipped his empty shot glass at her. “I should be asking you that question.” He waved to the bartender. “Another martini for the lady.”
Rachel frowned. “That’s not fair.” She gestured to the same bartender. “Get him another shot, will you?”
Bob smiled at her. “So, the lady thinks she can win this round.”
She giggled. She hated hearing that giggle. It reminded her of days when she was an college undergraduate, when weekends started on Wednesdays, when her best friends were named Kimmy and Angie, when she did keg-stands with the rest of the guys from the dorm.
God, she was so drunk.
Their drinks arrived and Bob lifted his glass into the air.
“To new friends,” he said.
“To new friends,” she echoed.
Bob drank his shot like it was water. Rachel, on the other hand, had to force hers down. The alcohol burned all the way to her stomach. She licked her lips and touched Bob’s leg. Yup, definitely drunk.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Bob?” she asked.
He grinned, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
“Why do you ask?” he said.
She leaned forward. “So, I won’t feel guilty about this.” She kissed him without any hesitation. He returned her kiss. There was no taking it back now.
She pulled away. “Wow.”
He chuckled and leaned into her shoulder. “Wow.”
Rachel turned her head, her lips pressed against his forehead. “Are you up for another round?”
He looked up at her. “Are you?”
“What do you think?” She gave him a devious smile and started to signal the bartender when Bob grabbed her hand.
“I was thinking of taking your challenge in another setting.” He kissed her knuckles. “In your room perhaps.”
She gulped. This was suddenly all too much like college again. Complete with the good-looking boy and the one-night stand. Something she usually regretted back then.
Bob’s mouth moved to her wrist. His blue eyes were on her face, waiting for an answer. Rachel didn’t know if it was the martinis or Bob, but she suddenly felt very light-headed. Bob held her up and whispered something in her ear: “Let me take care of you.” She nodded and let Bob help her to her feet.
By the time they reached the elevator, Rachel’s mouth was on Bob’s again. She hoped she wouldn’t have to regret this moment later.