DART AND DANCE-E

`How about we make a bet? The person with the highest score wins and the loser must listen to the demands of the winner', Ace suggested.

`Demands to exclude sex, kisses and excessive cuddles' she whispered-shouted at him seeing his mischievous grin plastered on his face.

`Fine by me,' Ace was confident he would win.

Ace cleared the dartboard and wrote their names on the scoreboard. He stood his ground and aimed 3 darts scoring a 50 point and 2 of 25 pointers.

Astrid took her stance and threw her darts. She scored 3of 50 pointers and smiled smugly at Ace. Ace was stunned. He asked for a new game and aimed again. He managed to get 2 of 50 pointers and 1 of 25 pointers.

Once again, Astrid got a perfect score of 3 50 pointers and poked her dart at Ace's hand. He winced in pain wondered how on earth she managed to get perfect scores when he had to practice so hard to perfect his score. I guess some people are better at this than me.

`So you will do as I say, loser?', she jabbed his pride.

`Don't give me ridiculous tasks', he grumbled.

`I can't think of anything right now, but I will hold my precious immunity for some other time', she made a face and lightly punched his shoulder.

Abigail and Hadwin were playing Nintendo Mario and asked Astrid to join them which she did gladly. Ace went to the minibar and helped himself a drink. Hadwin who saw Ace drinking by the bar abandoned his game and plopped himself on the barstool.

Abigail cursed him and stormed out of the room, knowing full well Hadwin was about to get his ass drunk. The moment Hadwin touched alcohol, he would go all the way until he loses his mind. Hadwin needs to curb his alcoholic addiction. Astrid felt left out without Abigail and no partner to play Mario with.

`Can I drink as well?', she squeaked.

`NO! ' both the Wagner brothers shouted.

`Geez, you two geezers are enjoying the night while I am stuck here staring at your asses', Astrid pouted for dramatic effect.

Both the Wagner brothers put their heads close together and spoke in hushed tones.

`I don't want to carry her drunk. Last time she almost raped me.' Ace whispered.

`Well, I had to knock another guy for her. Today it's just us.', Hadwin was in a dilemma.

`Okay, we take turns, if she gets drunk, you get to take care of her from here to her room. And I take care of her until she gets sober', Ace was manipulating his brother by leaving him to do all the dirty work leaving the apple to fall directly into Ace's lap. Lets' see if Hadwin has brains, Ace thought.

`What do you mean I have to carry her from here to her room? What if she bites me?', Hadwin pulled his singlet tighter. Bingo! He agreed.

`I can hear what you dick asses are saying. I'm right here!', Astrid crossed her arms across her chest and yelled at them.

Ace and Hadwin apologized and got her a stool to sit in between them. Hadwin mixed a Bacardi with mango juice for her and pass her a clipboard to rate the drinks. Ace looked on silently.

Astrid liked it and rate it 4. Hadwin prepared a Paloma (grapefruit juice and tequila). She gulped it down hungrily, clearly enjoying the taste. Her poor taste of alcohol rated it 5.

`Hadwin, you got some more? This tastes sooooo good', Astrid smacked her lips and gave him the prettiest smile, showing her tiny dimple.

Hadwin, smitten by her prepared 4 more drinks, California Gold (Redbreast 12 years with lemon juice), Pig Nose Negroni (Pig Nose scotch, Campari and Vermouth mix), IPA and Aperol Spritzer, and Rufus Xavier (Jeremiah Weed Sarsaparilla Whiskey, ice cream, and Oskar Blues Old Chub Scotch Ale).

She looked at the drinks like a child waiting to open presents from Christmas, her eyes lit up in delight. She took her time to savour her drinks and mumbled to Ace something like no music, no fun.

Ace looked for a DJ console under the bar table and selected songs that Astrid might like. He wanted to see how a drunk Astrid functioned.

`What piss song selection is this? Who listens to Celine Dion in joyous times like this?', she was clearly drunk by the fifth cocktail. Hadwin helped her to stand and admonish Ace.

`We have a lot, hic, song, hic, selection', Hadwin was unstable himself, having drunk an entire bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. Ace pushed his brother to sit and selected club songs. His mood dipped considerably when the realization hit that he had to take care of Astrid and Hadwin. He checked his wristwatch, indicating 1 hour and 30 minutes had passed.

When Alan Walker's Faded blared from the speakers, Astrid pulled Ace to dance. He was taken aback by her boldness. She must have danced with the other guy drunk like this. His eyes grew cold and distant. Astrid, too sloppy to mind hug his neck and started dancing to the music.

She moved to the music, hands, and hips moving to the beat, eyes on fire. Her mind buzzing and climbing higher, Ace who kept his eyes on her finally let himself loose and danced, body against body, beat per beat, sweat mingling with each other.

His anger and frustrations flew into his steps, more aggressive and demanding, Astrid understood and obliged, drowning into his steps. He locked his eyes with her, his filled with anger and bitterness, hers full of adoration and care, slowly gnawing his anger away. I guess I was overthinking, who am I to say no to her dancing with other men when I fucked girls before I got to know her.

When the music changed to Trigger (By Major Lazer), she spun, back facing him, pulled his hands over her body, and bend her knees. He followed suit and both moved their hips in a circular motion. She leaned to her left and he leaned on the right. She was surprised that Ace could sway his hips. It was intimate and not crunchy. He smirked looking at her. She grinds him, hips swaying, and he matched with fervour.

`You dance well, Ace', Astrid gushed.

`Only with you', he whispered in her ears. He tore away and glanced at Hadwin who was snoring on the bar top.

She wanted nothing but experience this intimacy with him, the music nudged her to a different world, of colours, lights, and ecstasy. Astrid closed her eyes and slowed her hips. She gave a dirty look at Ace, a once over, and swayed her hips in a circular motion, feeling him up. She slowly, bends down, hips still swaying, until she reaches his shin, then twerks herself up deliberately, touching him up and Ace stops moving completely.

Frozen, his mouth opened. Astrid was treading into the treacherous territory of Ace Wagner. She doesn't stop twerking, her mind soaring over Highest In The Room by Travis Scoot. Ace felt his lust and desire building up. She was tormenting him with her moves and the thought that she danced this way with him prompted him to ask his doubt about her earlier.

`Did you dance like this with him?', he spoke out of blue, perhaps jealous. 

`With who?', Astrid mumbled and put her hands around his neck lazily and looked up at him; upside down.

`Alex', he spun her around and gripped her waist, stopping her from dancing.

`No. I don't like Alex enough to let this body touch him up', she whispered in his ears, in a raspy voice and flick her tongue over his diamond studs.

`Oh, Astrid. The things you do. You will be the death of me one day', he sighed loudly and hugged her tightly. Fuck, her tongue.

`Did, you like my dancing?', she asked him and kissed his neck savouring his scent. Her eyes moving to his chest to sneak a peek at his tattoos. She licked her lips, at the prospect of his chest. 

`Darling, baby doll, sweetheart, I like everything about you. You don't even have to try', he pushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead lovingly.

Ace stopped the music and walked over to Hadwin who was asleep on the bar table. Astrid finished her last drink Rufus Xavier and licked the straw clean. Ace pulled the straw away from her lips pinched her nose.

`You don't lick anything like that. It gives the wrong vibes to people', he spoke to her in a low voice.

`The only people I see are you, two vampires.' She snickered.

Ace rolled his eyes. `Can you walk to your room?',

Astrid stood and wobbled. But she managed to walk a few steps before stumbling over a sofa and almost tripping if Ace hadn't pulled her hands in time.

Ace did not wait for her to walk but carried her up.

`Ace, baby', she cooed.

`Mmmmmm', Ace was stiff tired with work, drink, dance, and now this. He felt like a babysitter.

`I think.... I think...I like you a lot', she expanded her hands to magnify hugely and wrapped her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes and rested her head at the crook of his neck.

`Darling, you have no idea, how hard I've fallen for you', he whispered to her only to see her asleep in his arms. He smiled devilishly and entered his room, locking the door behind him. Finally, he gets to sleep right next to her, a simple thing but it meant a lot for him, who got to spend what little amount of time he had with her.