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No Settling Down

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Rosie turned around, a finger pointing towards her chest. "Me?"

"Yes, you." The unknown brunette laughed as she took the empty stool next to the shrugging blonde.

"Sometimes," Rosie took another short sip from her glass. She's a little tipsy, she could say. "Just when I feel like it."

"Do you feel like it now?"

Rosie raised an eyebrow as she looked up slightly towards the ceiling.

"Nah, not really. I think the last time I even danced in front of a crowd was with Daddy during my sweet 16th." The blonde slurred, the shots of vodka now starting to have a serious effect on her.

She signaled nonchalantly for the bartender to bring her another glass, missing the way the brunette sent her an amused, lopsided grin.

"Daddy, as in boyfriend?"

Rosie rolled her eyes, still not meeting the smiling brunette's gaze. "No."

"Girlfriend?"

"Never thought of it."

The brunette chuckled. "Ah, so I'm dealing with a straight woman, right here."

"Not really, you're not." Rosie said as she turned to her side to finally face the grinning stranger (who's unquestionably hot too, by the way) and subtly eyed her up and down. "I just don't do girlfriends."

The brunette nodded. "Or boyfriends?"

"Or boyfriends, whatever." Rosie shrugged.

Tilting her head to the side, the unknown brunette continued to watch the (almost) drunken blonde, whose eyes are only glued firmly towards the dance floor.

"So, no settling down," She chuckled. "I see."

Rosie scoffed, playing with the rim of the cocktail glass now sitting on the counter in front of her. "I mean, do you wanna get tied down at this age? You don't even seem like you've reached 25, just yet."

The brunette bit her lip in amusement. "I'm 29."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Rosie turned to face her once again. "Really? Didn't see that one coming."

The statement had the older girl laughing.

"Thank you, I guess?" She grinned, while Rosie just rolled her eyes. "You've had too much to drink, haven't you?"

"You can say that." The blonde stood up, and the older girl's gaze just follwowed her silently.

"Where are you headed?"

"Home." Rosie slurred, almost tripping on her heels, if only the brunette didn't catch her by the arm just in time.

"Careful, now."

"It's alright. I'm fine." The blonde said as she tried her best to stand back up. "Thanks."

Nodding once, the older girl let go of her arm. "Don't drive, alright?"

"Well sorry, but I'm not walking out in the cold."

Sighing once, the brunette ran a hand through her silky chocolate locks, and Rosie had to blink once at the unexpectedly attractive sight. "Let me give you a lift, then."

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