Dove
Bucky and I had been dancing for an hour with drinks constantly in our hands. I had had so many cocktails, walking straight was not exactly my speciality at the moment but I had to forge on. I didn't know with alcohol in my system that I danced better.
Bucky's boots were like glass on the floor as he twirled me around as I loudly laughed. I didn't think I had ever had more fun. We were wrapped up in each other and laughing song after song. He had switched to tequila and that's what really had him coming alive.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I staggered as he held onto me.
"I'll come with you," he offered as he spun us around to the general direction of the bathroom. At least I hoped.
I shook my head and pressed my hands against his chest. "Can you get me another drink? The raspberry vodka drink or whatever it was called."
"You'll be fine alone?" He held the side of my face and kissed the tip of my nose instead of my lips. Yeah we were pretty much gone at that point.
