Ian's POV
I turned around to see a random drunk blonde chick, she was wearing a skimpy dress that showed almost all of her boobs, and she was wearing very tall stripper shoes. She had heavy makeup that has smeared under her eyes, and she wasn't that pretty.
"Sure," I said, I would take a shot with almost anybody.
Alex POV
Once we all dispatched from each other, I went over to get a beer. After about an hour of dancing and drinking, I still didn't feel tipsy. I turned around to go get another drink, but then I was stopped.
"Hey, baby... h-how bout we go get a room and do it?" a tall guy who was defiantly drunk asked me.
"Umm, How bout no," I shrugged him off, but he just grabbed my arm again but this time more rough.
"Come on, don't be a bitch," he said slurring his words.
"If you don't get of me RIGHT now I'm gonna break your arm," I said in a serious voice.
"Oh really?" he said sounding angry.
Then he turned me around, grabbed both my arms, and pinned me against the wall.
"I don't really think your gonna do anything, come on baby... let loose," he said burying his head in the crook of my neck.
Ian's POV
I had just finished my 10th beer when I saw out of the corner of my, Alex pinned against a wall with some douchebag on her.
I started to walk over to where she was because I wanted to beat the crap out of the dude that was touching her. Then I saw Alex shove the dude off of her.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME!! YOU ASSHOLE!!" she shouted and the punched the drunk bastard in the face and she walked away.
I grabbed her arm and spun her around, "Hey are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I need a shot," She said as she walked over to the shot table.
"Hey let me join you," I said walking up beside her.
After 4 or five shots I asked her if she wanted to dance.
"Hey do you want dance?"
"Sure," she replied and put her arms around my neck.
The song that was playing was a slow, I could feel Alex start to sway her hips to the music. Dancing with her felt so natural, I could tell that she wasn't drunk yet she didn't act like it, I figured she had a high tolerance just like me... Cool.
"Your are a surprisingly good dancer," I smiled.
"Oh I know I am," she flipped her hair and smiled, "I want another drink."
She let go of me and went to go get another beer. I followed her.
"Are you hammered yet?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm not, I'm a really good drinker," she smiled taking another swig of her beer.
I smiled at her as she chugged her beer.