"Another drink please!" I bellowed at the bartender after my hundredth shot.
I was definitely drunk but I didn't care one bit. I had friends that could take me home, and if they ditched me then I'll simply just die trying to drive home drunk.
We all have to die right?
"Are you sure you need another drink?" A foreign voice from beside me asked, and I had to blink a couple times to focus my gaze on him.
He looked like he was around my age and he was certainly hot and good-looking. Maybe it was the liquor, but I couldn't help the lopsided grin that spread across my face.
"I'm a big girl. I can take a drink" I slurred in attempt to sound normal but failed miserably. Yet despite my state, he managed to smile sweetly at me.
"You've got quite the spirit don't you?" He asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Yep. I'm a rebel so you better stay away"
"Maybe I like rebellious" He mumbled sugesstively in a lower tone, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.
"You don't know me" I laughed at nothing in particular.
I had no idea why I laughed because what I said wasn't funny, but in my drunken state everything felt like swirly colours and SpongeBob land.
Can I say SpongeBob land? Wouldn't it more likely be SpongeBob water?
"But I would like to" he argued, cutting off my ridiculous thoughts. I eyed him as carefully as I could, analysing if I could trust him or not. My fuzzy mind couldn't draw a proper conclusion, yet I felt oddly comfortable with him.
The bartender returned with water instead of my drink, and I shot him a death glare in questioning. He rose his hands in surrender before pointing to the stranger beside me as an answer.
He must've managed to change my order without me knowing.
Is it so bad for a girl to get wasted on a Friday night?
"What's your name?" he asked when I didn't say anything. I searched my mind for the name I was given at birth, but there was only one name in my head.
"SpongeBob" I mumbled as I felt my eyes droop. He chuckled lightly before catching me as I almost fell from the stool.
"Alright SpongeBob, lets get you home"
I let him take me to his car since I had no clue where mine was, and I had no idea why I just saw a monkey in a wig walk passed me.
"Hey what's your name?" I asked him even though I knew I was about to pass out.
"Sheldon"
I was about to answer, but I felt water splashing on my face.
"Hey stop throwing water on me Sheldon!" I cried when I only felt more water splashing against my face.
"Stop!" I protested as I continued to wiggle.
"Wake up bitch!" I heard a voice that was definitely not Sheldon shout.
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Sexy Ass Detective And Me
RomanceI didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murd...
