When Harry and I arrived at the party at the supposed starting time, I found that hard to believe since everybody appeared to be drunk already.
I clutched tightly onto Harry's arm as we moved throughout the room, and eventually we got into the kitchen where there were way less people in here. Louis was actually standing in the kitchen with one of his friends and a drink in his hand, and when he saw us coming towards him, his face lit up even more. "You made it!" He shouted, "Thought we wouldn't see you 'til next year."
I snickered at his pun, and when I looked over at Harry I saw that he was rolling his eyes, "Very funny."
Louis winked at Harry while replying, "I knew you'd like it Haz." When he turned to me, he smiled and asked, "How's the pretty lady doing tonight?"
I smiled back at him and replied, "I'm doing good, thank you. How are you?"
"Very good actually, and now even better that you two are here to celebrate with me." Harry and I let go of each other's arms and I let mine drop to my side, but it didn't take very long for Harry's hand to find mine. "So, what can I get you guys to drink? We have a little bit of everything, so just name it."
The first thing that automatically came to mind was whatever drink we had that night we came here after dinner theater, aka, my first technical date with Harry, and I almost gagged.
"How about wine?" Harry suggested, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He looked down at me, "Is that what you want?"
I nodded, "That would be great."
Louis excused himself to the other room where I assume all of the beverages were, and Harry gave my a hand a surprising gentle squeeze, "Wanna bet he comes back with that vodka drink?"
I cracked a smile and squeezed his hand right back, "What does the winner get?"
It took Harry a few seconds to respond, but when he did it brought goosebumps all along my arms. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "I have a few ideas, actually."
I turned my body a little to see him better, and I batted my eyelashes once before saying, "I can't wait to hear them."
"It'd be easier if I showed you."
Right before I could respond, Louis reappeared from the other room with two short glasses in his hands, and a sheepish grin on his face as he said, "You should start bringing your own wine from now on mate, sorry." He handed us the drinks and I looked down into mine with a look of disgust on my face, but I tried to make it as subtle as I possibly could so that Louis wouldn't take offense to it.
"Thanks Louis." Harry mumbled back to him, and then took a big drink from his drink. Harry made a face of disgust too when he felt the liquor go down his throat, and he sighed afterwards before asking, "What the hell is in this?"
Louis played a look of pure innocence and replied, "A mix of vodka and-"
Harry was quick to cut in, "More vodka?"
When Louis nodded, I stared down at the drink with wide eyes, "So we've just been drinking straight vodka this whole time?" It was no wonder that Harry and I felt like total shit for nearly two days after the last time we came here, and why even the smell of hand sanitizers made me want to vomit lately. I knew that there was vodka in the drink because the taste was so obvious, but I had no idea that Louis could be so evil and not put any juice or soda in it to kill the strength of the drink.
What was the most amazing thing about all of it though was the fact that even though I felt like I was dying after drinking this the last time, I still found myself bringing the glass to my lips to take a drink. As expected, I almost gagged, but thankfully I managed to get it all down. I could immediately feel the effects kicking in simply because I haven't touched alcohol in quite some time, and also because it was straight vodka. There was nothing else in the drink to slow down the effects of the alcohol content, and my head was already starting to spin even after just one drink.
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A desirable single father hires a plain looking nursemaid to help take care of his young daughter, but it quickly escalates into something much more complicated when feelings come to the surface.