Perhaps if her subconscious had been louder.. Because all she heard was the sound of blood rushing to her head going whoosh, like waves hitting the shore. And his voice whispering “Oh, god, you’re so hot” as his hand groped her butt and squeezed it hard.
"Let's get out of here" she said.
He breathed "OK" and the sour fumes of the whiskey they'd been drinking since 6pm hit her square in the face.
They scrambled for their wallets, paid the waiter probably more than was needed and stumbled out of the bar, giggling.
They scrambled for their wallets, paid the waiter probably more than was needed and stumbled out of the bar, giggling.
