David dragged Beth out onto the balcony and pulled Brooke into one long kiss.   She had to admit he tasted amazing, a mixture of jack and coke and something else she couldn’t quite place but it tickled her senses and made her want more.  The alcohol was ruling her thoughts, but she had enough clarity to feel the vibrations of sexuality that rolled off David like a subwoofer on full blast.  The kind that rattled your very core and drew on your depths. Something about him.<br/><br/>Brooke wasn’t the one night stand type of woman.  And she was so picky that at twenty-five she was single and certain that men her age were all still stuck at twenty-one, heading to the bar to get wasted with their buddies and speaking in an endless stream of movie quotes.  None of them seemed remotely interested in commitment.  None of them planned past the next weekend.   Maybe Brooke expected too much, but she had hoped to eventually find someone to have a real relationship with.  That seemed an unlikely occurrence anytime soon.<br/><br/>So one night stand it was with the man who felt like a musician ready and willing to play her strings to perfection, producing the perfect song for her and Beth to sing.   Especially the way those green eyes gazed into her mismatched set of blue and brown.  She felt the slight blush creep across her cheeks at his pointed compliment and she reached to tug lightly at the already loosened tie as his hand settled on her ass, a vague déjà vu snapping through her and then vanishing.<br/><br/>Back in the room, she stumbled toward the bed.  The walls were definitely moving, the creamy peach color paint weaving around the generic pictures of flowers hung across the room.   She was definitely drunk.  She settled a hand on the plush comforter, eyes scanning the pillows along the headboard, randomly counting them to keep herself focused.   At his question she turned around, slipping and landing butt first on the bedding.  Brooke laughed.<br/><br/>“Of course we were all talk,” she teased, her voice a low purr as eyes shifted to gaze into his.  Damn he was attractive.  And the way he sat with his sleeves rolled up and his hands clasped with that expression that screamed he damn well<em>expected</em>to see a show left her tight between the legs.   She found her hand reaching for Beth, as though she<em>had</em>to comply, had to show him just how well she could perform.  Fingers slipped around her friend’s waist as she tugged the brunette toward her, the other hand reaching to brush a lock of hair away from Beth’s face and tuck it behind an ear.  “Or were we?” Her eyes were now locked with the other woman’s, breathing suddenly a bit heavier.  She wanted this.  So when her lips moved to brush the other’s and her hand slid down to the small of Beth’s back, her entire body stirred with a lust she’d never quite felt before…<br/><br/><div align="center">*    *    *</div><br/><br/>The drinks were going down almost too fast.  David seemed to be encouraging, but Brooke wasn’t exactly resisting.  After today, a night out with Beth had seemed like the perfect solution, but adding David into the mix had certainly kept things exciting.  Brooke waved her hand at Beth’s attempt to apologize for the downer moment and laughed.  “Can’t deny that today was terrible.  Can say that tonight has been fabulous.”  Her blue and brown eyes flicked back to David, sparkling with delight.  He’d come out of nowhere, but he had certainly already charmed his way past her normal defenses, turning their duo into a little trio hell bent on erasing the woes of the day.  David had mentioned his own boring conference, and Brooke had joked that she and Beth could certain liven things up for him.<br/><br/>Another round of drinks landed on the table.  David’s voice urged them to drink up, and Brooke could hear the edge of challenge in his tone.  Had she not been three cosmos in, she might not have fallen for that ploy, but her competitive side bristled at the notion that she wasn’t matching him round for round, and she tipped up the martini shaped glass to let the chilled pink liquid slide down her throat.  Finishing, she raised an eyebrow as if daring him to make her do it again, but David had other plans.  One hand on each, he tugged them to the dance floor, Brooke's four inch heels practically tripping her right into his arms.<br/><br/>She didn’t think he’d complain.<br/><br/>The music was heavy, club style, with a deep beat that rocked a person’s core.  While not exactly Brooke’s favorite, it served the intended purpose, hips rolling back and forth to match the bass that pounded across the dance floor.   Bodies were everywhere as the night edged into the later hours, the club popular enough to be packed even on a Thursday night.   Brooke pulled Beth close and ground her pelvis against the other woman’s leaving David to figure out how to insert himself into the equation.  She figured he could manage.  She was already swaying.  Already absorbed by the music that caused her head to swirl and her heart to beat faster, spreading that last cosmopolitan through her veins.  Relaxation overtook her and Brooke reached for David, grabbing his tie and pulling him so that he was close to Beth.  “Are you sure<em>you</em>can keep up with us?” she laughed.<br/><br/>Damn she wanted to kiss him.