Who Owns My Heart ; a Jemi Story [chapter twenty-five]

"Another, Miss?"

Demi slowly looked up at the bartender, a fat, balding man with red cheeks and an empty glass in his hand. She leaned over the counted, letting him get a perfectly good view of her cleavage. Then she put on the most seductive look she could muster while under the influence of alcohol and asked in a throaty voice, "But I don't have much money left. How will I be able to pay for it?"

He stared at her chest, gulping loudly as his cheeks got even redder. "No m-money," he stuttered out, somehow managing to fill the glass with bubbly beer and hand it to her without tearing his gaze from her breasts.

Demi smirked, easily accepted the beverage as she straightened herself. Thank God she wore this low cut dress or she wouldn't have even been able to get into this club.

Demi downed the fizzy drink, swallowing it easily, ignoring the burning in her throat as she released her grasp on the drink, letting it crash to the floor. Not that anyone could hear it, the music so loud she was sure to lose her hearing by the end of the night. Not that she cared about that, or anything much for that matter.

"'Sup?"

Demi looked to the source of the voice, a moderately hot guy in a half-unbuttonedshirt and pants much too tight, she could see his bulge.

She looked back up into his hazel eyes, looking drunk as hell. She didn't much go for guys with long hair and skinny pants, but she was too drunk to even care.

She grabbed ahold of his lanky arm, pulling him with her into the heavy crowd, breathing in the smell of smoke and sweat.

She threw her arms around the guy, pulling her body to him so that there was no space in between the pair. She realized that he was the same height as her with these heels on, looking straight into his vomit-colored eyes. She got more turned off, thinking about Joe with his tall, muscular body. . .

She shook the thought of him off, focusing on this guy who she didn't even know, much less cared to know. Before she could focus her fuzzy brain on anything, the guy's lips were mashed onto hers, tasting heavily of cigars.

Uncomfortable, Demi broke the kiss, feeling puke rise up in her throat. She tried stepping away from him, only causing him to lean further into her. As he went in to kiss her again, she turned her head, resulting in a big, slobbery kiss on her heated cheek.

He gave her an angry look as she wiped off her cheek, the alcohol obviously taking a toll on his instincts. Either that or he was naturally a persistant pervert. Either way, Demi didn't want to spend another second in his arms, stuggling to make him let go of her.

Mad, he pushed Demi off of him, causing her to lose her balance and tumble backwards, out of the crowd.

Demi closed her eyes, imagining herself free falling on a cloud, like life had been released from her and she were just weightless, letting herself fall from that cloud and float in midair, unaware of the crash landing on Earth that would of course come eventually.

Next thing she knew, Demi was being held in a strong pair of arms, a familiar scent of mint and coffee filling her nostrils. She didn't even need to open her eyes to realize who it was.

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[Northfacegrl95]

Perfect timing Joseph. Now do us all a favor an kick that pervert's smelly ass