Nick handed the waitress another $20 and thanked her for being so attentive. She’d been keeping him well served all night, he barely finished one drink and she’d have another ready for him. He’d lost his girlfriend in the crowd probably two hours ago, and had yet to miss her. He was perfectly content to just sit and drink and watch the other patrons, especially the busty blonde girl in the turquoise tank top.
Tristan tugged at her tank top again, wishing she’d had the sense to wear something else. She’d felt much braver in the tight, cleavage-revealing top and short skirt in her room before she’d left for the club. She realized she’d probably been crazy to come alone, but she’d been in the mood to go out and dance and didn’t see any reason to stay in simply because her roommate didn’t feel like going out.
She’d been having a pretty good time, dancing with a few guys, talking with some acquaintances who’d been there for a bachelorette party. But if one more guy stared at her chest, she decided she may well backhand him. She knew that as self conscious as she sometimes got about her fairly impressive chest, she shouldn’t wear shirts like the one she had on, but she’d been feeling a little naughty when getting ready earlier, and had thought she’d be able to pull it off. Every one of her dance partners had seemed to have difficultly realizing there was more to her than her chest and the blonde guy in the corner near the bar who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, either.
When she realized her bottle of Smirnoff was empty, she went brushing past a petite redhead who’d been making her rounds with nearly every guy in the place, heading over to the bar for another drink. While she waited for the bartender to grab her drink, she glanced over to the corner, grumbling to herself when she realized the blonde guy was looking at her again. Well, not so much her, his eyes hadn’t made it past chest-level.
Tristan paid the bartender and took her drink, marching over to the table the blonde guy was sitting at. She walked over to him, slipped her finger under his chin and tilted his head up. “I’m up here.”
Nick snickered and looked up at her, making eye contact. “I see that.”
“Well you hadn’t noticed that before, apparently.” She set her drink down on h is table, saying, “If you want to see them that much, here.” She raised her tank top up, giving him a generous view of her breasts. “Happy now?” She pulled her top back down and started to reach for her drink and walk away when Nick grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled her back towards him.
Nick slowly grabbed more and more of the fabric, lifting her shirt up again. He unconsciously licked his lips, more than slightly turned on- not only by the sight of her delicious looking breasts, but the tiny silver hoop dangling from her right nipple. “I like this..” he said quietly, reaching to lift the ring up and let it fall.
Tristan had to bite her lip to keep from moaning- the ring had never had held anything but aesthetic value to her, but she’d never had a hot guy tugging on it before either.
“What the fuck is going on over here?!?”
Tristan quickly pulled her shirt back down and turned to see the little redhead she’d been running into all night standing next to her.
“Hey Brooke..” Nick said, smirking, obviously amused by the situation.
Brooke turned to Tristan, “Get the hell away from my boyfriend, bitch!”
Tristan quickly regained her composure and got her drink off the table and took a few steps away from Brooke. “You have nothing to worry about. I don’t want your boyfriend… I have better things to do that babysit boys with wondering eyes while their girlfriends are out on the dance floor fucking other guys with her clothes on.” She turned back to Nick just long enough to make a teasing kissy face and then started to walk off.
Brooke whirled around, hand raised to take a slap at Tristan. She barely even made contact with her, but Tristan dropped the Smirnoff bottle and came back after her.
Tristan’s fist balled up almost of it’s own will and was crashing against Brooke’s cheek almost before Tristan realized what was happening. She watched in shock as Brooke fell to the floor, shrieking, and people began to gather around them, watching. ‘Shit…’ She hadn’t meant to hit her quite that hard.
Nick made no move to break up the fight, he was too amused at what was unfolding to try to stop it. He looked up as he heard yelling, seeing two bouncers pulling the girls apart after Brooke had gotten up off the floor and gone after Tristan again.
Out of nowhere three cops appeared, taking both Brooke and Tristan by surprise as they were handed over to the cops by the bouncers.
Tristan automatically started demanding to know what was going on as one of the officers pulled her hands behind her and slapped handcuffs on her. “This is fucking insane! We were just barely fighting!”
One of the bouncers informed Tristan of the “zero tolerance for violence” the club had as cuffs were also put on Brooke.
Nick finally stood up as the girls were getting ushered towards the door, realizing that they were probably about to be hauled off to the station. The third cop grabbed Nick, telling him to stay out of it.
Tristan struggled to turn around to see where Nick was as the cop tugged her along towards the door. This whole damn thing was his fault! She saw him standing maybe four feet from her and yelled, “Next time I see you I’ll fucking tear you apart!!!”
Nick chuckled a little, “Is that a promise?”
“YES!!!” Tristan hollered as the cop pushed her out the door.