Twenty-One

Twenty One
Chapter Two
(071030-071031)

"Oh I resent that Lily, I'm not drunk. Not yet anyway." Jonathon smiled crookedly at the pair and Lily rolled her eyes while her cousin passed her the present.

"Here's your damned present, happy bloody birthday." Lily snarled, waving the package at him as she got jostled by the people moving past.

"Leave it at the bar." He told her, waving her off. Lily moved off, pushing her way through the crowd while her cousin watched her leave.

"You must be Francesca." Jonathon said leaning forward to offer his hand. Francesca reached over the coffee table to shake his hand, suddenly conscious of the frontal cut of her top. Her concerns were confirmed when Jonathon's wide, grey eyes flew down towards her cleavage.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She told him pulling away, her shoulders straightening as she tried to rise. Jonathon however would not release her hand and with a gentle tug pulled her down again. Francesca paused, her shoulders hunched over before she decided to speak.

"What are you doing?" She asked eventually.

"I haven't finished." He answered leering at her neckline.

"Finished what exactly?" She asked as she placed her free hand on her lower back, a dull ache forming from the unnatural curve she had forced her back into.

"You have nice tits." He told her.

"Thanks." She replied frowning a little.

"Shot?" He gestured to one of the many shot glasses littering the top of the coffee table.

"Vodka." He smirked at her, lifting one of the half empty bottles of vodka and pouring her a shot as he released her hand.

"Here you are milady." The shot glass was handed to her and she straightened.

"Thank you." She answered, tilting her head back to down the shot. The alcohol burned its way down her throat and Francesca winced.

"Would you like more?" Francesca turned towards the bar and watched her cousin strike up a conversation with one of the bartenders.

"Sure, why not." Francesca shrugged as she turned back to Jonathon.

"Take a seat while I pour you another." Francesca passed him the shot glass and took a look at the chairs around them.

"Take a seat where?" She asked, even the armrests of the chairs had people perched on them.

"Here." Jonathon patted his knee as he leant forward to pour out a second shot of vodka.

"I haven't had enough to drink to sit on your lap."

"Will another shot change your mind?"

~*~*~*~

When Lily returned to the lounge area the first thing she noticed was her cousin. In the twenty minutes that she was gone Francesca had ended up sitting on the floor in front of Jonathon. His knees were splayed wide and Francesca had her arms resting on them, her back up against the couch while Jonathon stroked her long, dark hair. Jonathon looked quite content, a lazy grin on his face as he reclined on the couch. A bottle of whiskey dangled from his fingertips and he was clearly more inebriated now than he was when she had arrived. Francesca however was keeping to her own personal codes of etiquette and while she took the occasional sip of the bottle of vodka in her hand, she wasn't drunk.

"How are things going?" Lily asked as she eyed the bottle of vodka in her cousin's hand.

"Fine." Francesca offered her the bottle and Lily bent forward to take it. Lily took a cautious swig of the vodka, her eyes watering as she felt the drink burn its way down her throat.

"Strong stuff. Be careful." Lily handed the bottle back to her cousin who simply shrugged and rolled her eyes.

"Lily. Do you think I'm shexy?" Jonathon asked her, pouting prettily.

"Where did that come from?" Lily asked a little disturbed.

"She said I was femimimen. Femimamin. She said I was fe-fe-, oh bugger."

"Feminine?" Lily suppled.

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing." Francesca interrupted.

"You like girls right? Am I shexy?"

"Not in my opinion." Lily told him.

"Hey, what do girls have that I dunt, 'specially shince I'm so damn femimimen. Femimamen. 'Specially since I'm so femme."

"Tits." Francesca told him as the bartender Lily had been talking to approached the group.

"You have nice tits, can I touch them?" Jonathon asked, leering at Francesca.

"Still not drunk enough."

"Hey did you want to dance?" Lily smiled at Heather, the bartender as she shyly asked her to dance.

"Danshing sounds like fun." Jonathon exclaimed, struggling to his feet, dragging Francesca up with him.

"Danshing?" Francesca snorted in laughter as she took another shot of vodka.

"Yesh. Let's dance." Jonathon said to her.

"Alright give me a minute." She placed the bottle of vodka on the table and began to brush the dirt off of her jeans.

"Oh, I can do that." Jonathon swatted her hands away and began brushing at Francesca's jeans himself.

"Liar. You just wanted to touch my butt." Francesca said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Naw. I really wanted to touch your knockers; this is just a consolation prize."

"I'd love to dance." Lily told Heather.