"You aren't. You're wearing a freaking sash that says you're getting married any day. You're fine. Go ask him."
Bee gave my shoulder a little nudge. "You aren't going home until you do everything on that list. You might as well get it over with."
This was going to be mortifying. I slid off my bar stool and walked over to him. I leaned on the counter next to him. "Hey," I said. My voice sounded nervous and not flirtatious at all.
He turned away from the guy he was talking to. "Hey." He looked down at my sash and smiled at me. "One more crazy night, huh?"
"Not exactly. Look, so my friends over there..."
He looked over my shoulder.
"No, don't look." I grabbed his arm.
He laughed. "Okay, not looking."
"Well, they have this list of things I have to do, and one of them is to ask a stranger to buy me a drink. But I know you don't want to do that. So, you can tell me when they aren't looking and I'll slip you ten dollars. And could you just order me a drink with that? Then I can go back there and pretend you bought me a drink?"
The more I spoke, the bigger his smile got. "I don't know, their eyes are glued on you. You might not get an opportunity."
"Crap. They're looking right now?"
"Mhm. So maybe it's easier if I just buy you a drink." He lifted up his arm to call over the bartender.
"You don't have to do that."
"Isn't that why you came over?"
"Kind of. But I was just going to pretend..."
He laughed again, drowning out my words. "You know, you could have just asked me to buy you a drink. I didn't need the whole story. All a beautiful woman like you needed to do was say you were thirsty. The whole bar would be buying you drinks all night long."
"Thanks. I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I've never flirted with a guy at a bar before."
"You're flirting with me? I thought you were getting married?"
"No." I could feel my face turning red. Two shots was enough for me. I didn't need anything else. "I mean, yes I'm getting married. And no, I'm not flirting with you. I just meant, I don't usually talk to strangers in bars."
"You're even sexier when you blush. What's your poison?"
"Something not very strong."
"Whiskey it is then." He ordered before I could correct him. Whiskey was super strong. Where the hell was he from? He handed the glass to me.
"Whiskey? Really?"
"I was thinking that if you haven't flirted with a guy in a bar, then you haven't really lived yet. Maybe a strong drink will help you decide to change that tonight."
I shook my head. "Let me pay you for this."
"That's okay. You can repay me at the end of the night." He winked at me. "Let me know if you need to cross off anything else on that bachelorette party list of yours. I'm happy to help."
"Okay, thanks." My voice had gotten weirdly high pitched. I quickly walked away from him.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Kendra said. "What did he get you?"
"Whiskey." I slid it toward her.
"Oh, no. Number two is drinking whatever he buys you." She slid the glass back to me.
