Page 19 of Loving Bad
CHAPTER SIX
Taylor
"Tequila?" he questioned mischievously.
I looked to Jordan, and we nodded our heads in agreement. He poured the liquid into three shot glasses. I'd never had a shot of alcohol before. I picked up the shot glass filled with tequila, and I was about to knock it back, but Slater stopped me.
"You need to do the salt first, and you can't forget about the lemon," he said. I gave him a confused look. What did salt and lemon have to do with drinking tequila?
"You've never had a shot of tequila, have you?" he asked, looking a little surprised. I shook my head.
Did I have everything tattooed on my forehead?
"This is how you drink a shot of tequila," he said. He licked a spot on the back of his right hand, and he took the saltshaker and sprinkled some salt over it. With his eyes still on me, he licked the salt off his hand and then knocked back the shot. Then he took a piece of lemon and sucked on it. He grimaced, then took the lemon out of his mouth.
"Does it taste that bad?" I asked, still watching his expression.
"No," he said, shaking his head with a smile.
"Your turn," he informed Jordan as he handed her the saltshaker. She licked a spot on her hand and sprinkled the salt over it, then she handed it back to Slater.
"Bottoms up," she said as she knocked the shot back. Then she swallowed it. She grabbed a slice of lemon off a plate on the kitchen counter and sucked on it.
"Your turn," Slater informed me as he handed me the saltshaker. I followed their actions except after I knocked back the tequila I began to splutter. The alcohol burned its way down my throat.
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it," he assured me as he patted my back. Jordan was still laughing at me.
The stuff tastes horrible!
"I'm...not sure...I want to," I muttered.
We did two more rounds of tequila shots before I called it quits. I wanted to drink and have fun; I didn't want to end up passing out and not remembering the night. Jordan and Slater did one more round without me before we all headed to the dance floor. The effects of the alcohol were taking effect, and I felt myself enjoying the sound of the music. I was probably tipsy at this point and, along with Jordan, I was singing to a song blaring through the house. Slater was dancing with us, laughing at our feeble attempts to keep in tune with the song.
Through the mass of bodies dancing against each other, I caught Sin's gaze fastened on me. The intensity of it shivered through me. For once he was standing alone. I held his gaze for a few moments before I turned away. He'd had his chance, and he'd turned me down. If the opportunity arose and I found a nice guy, I may even decide to have sex. Slater leaned closer.
"Are you having fun?" he asked as he smiled at me.
"Yes," I answered as I beamed at him.
He was about to lean closer when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. Taken by surprise, I turned to see the owner of the hand standing beside me, glaring at his friend. The look he shot Slater made his friend back away from me and he lifted his hands in mock surrender. Even Jordan looked a little shocked at what she was witnessing.
I was still trying to figure out what was going on when Sin pulled me by the wrist off the dance floor. I didn't miss the curious looks we got as Sin led me up the stairs to his room. I could just imagine what everyone thought as they watched me disappear up the stairs.
Once inside his bedroom, he closed the door and turned to face me. My legs felt a little wobbly, so I sat down on the edge of his bed. Maybe I was more than just a little tipsy.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. I felt like a child being spoken to by a parent.
"Whatever I want," I shot back. I was old enough to make my own decisions and my own mistakes. I didn't have to answer to anybody, least of all him. Besides, I was having such a nice time, and he'd ruined it. I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"I told you to go and find someone special to share it with," he lectured me angrily. "Not to go to a house party, get drunk and see who you end up with."
"Who do you think you are?" I asked angrily. He remained silent.
"You know what? You don't get to lecture me," I said as I stood up. "I already have one protective brother and I don't need another one."
He said nothing, and just studied me with a glare.
