Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!
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Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a
determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the
process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery
‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the
newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty
bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition
due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the
backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with
whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club
whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of
party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.
After straining my neck to check the entrance of
the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to
see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how
deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over
the loud music.
“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.
“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly
while gesturing to my half empty water.
My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was
getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my
friends’ group chat.
Sent at 8:43pm
1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I
thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought
Sent at 8:44pm
2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into
overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?
I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the
stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.
“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I
said standing from my seat.
“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t
have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.
“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate
with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar
I followed his trail and answered with evident
irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this
“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the
counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy
“And why is that?” I asked curiously.
“Because I’m going to become your new favorite
barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I
solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to
ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”
A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous
man in front of me.
“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked
incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”
“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a
few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is
Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My
favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac
signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you
decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better
than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let
you go home,” he smiled walking away.
“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of
yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.
“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just
Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room
near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the
“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter,
“what’s our verdict?”
“Well seeing as you made such an
appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night
of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.
“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked
holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get
this party started.”
With that, Ashton led me out of the club and
towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button,
bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.
“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.
He shrugged and replied opening the passenger
door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her
feet all night now, can I?”
“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade
to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.
Ashton entered on his side of the car and
strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to
answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark,
Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with
My eyes scanned the various strings of bright
lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop.
Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the
entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We
approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall
- with an icy glare.
“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The
bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a
brief hug and fell into small talk.
“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.
“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was
just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton
said gesturing to me.
I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi,
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is
a friend of mine.”
“Do you think you can let us in? I want to
introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.
“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam
giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look
Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards
me to whisper, “Just go with it.”
Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was
referring to, Sam started shouting.
“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you
want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”
“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted
back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.
While the people waiting in line hooted their
agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let
down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,”
with a thumbs-up.
I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and
followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my
face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled
staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white
decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with
reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and
the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton
continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.
“Ash is that you?” He called out.
“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I
asked Ashton with a smirk.
“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged
the man at the bar.
“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me
about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.
Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to
me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong
glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”
“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the
letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for
the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.
“Well he brought you to the right place,” he
said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds
are on me!”
“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton
said waving his hands.
“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and
the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage
to start the night.
My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my
mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”
“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly
with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.
“Seriously?” I questioned.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.
I took the plastic tiara off of my head and
placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making
Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.
Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered
with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his
hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a
lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a
flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.
“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the
“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine,
but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.
“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish,
Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out
the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as
warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like
“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another
one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and
I whoop in response.
“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was
baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.
“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions
in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.
Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer
together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song
currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in
your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.
As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on
my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either,
so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing
the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he
got a lot smoother in his movements.
It was when Ashton began body rolling that
a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers
chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around
and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a
dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with
his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot
with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t
shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards
him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was
approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before
creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song,
causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.
We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd
went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get
too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close
we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous
one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath
hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine
and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the
music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a
second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling
his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My
head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse
had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the
pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still
close in each other’s arms.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.
“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head
“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally
The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter
judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.
“It’s even better than the first one!” He
shouted with a mouthful.
I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun
off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I
nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of
my chocolate milkshake.
“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping
fries into his shake.
And laughed at his boasting and waved away the
few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.
“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly
officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said
“Because you have really deep dimples so your
smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his
face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him
“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted
to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact
that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing
“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and
I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.
I removed his hands from his face and kissed his
cheek, making his laughter falter.
“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.
He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug,
“Right back at ya, birthday princess.”