Fishkitty

i hate when im on a flight & I wake up with a water bottle next 2 me like oh great now i gotta be responsible for this water bottle

With grace her hips swayed side from side, mimicking the rhythm of the beat perfectly. The young Mermaid was lost in her own world. So lost she didn't even mind the occasional bump she got when someone tried to dance with her. Strangers approaching her from all angles with the intent to get close enough to cop a feel. In her current state she didn't even mind either. Ten tequila shots, a bottle of Captain Morgan, and a large blunt on the way to the club made sure of that. In this moment all she cared about was letting her body become one with the song and anyone else who wanted to join in with her was just lucky enough she was too distracted to care. So far only the cute ones seemed to take notice and for that she was content.

When the song ended she left her crowd of groupies, touched they were saddened by her departure but yet it wasn't anything she wasn't use to. Ever since she became of age Amber has had to deal with wandering eyes and curious hands and for the most part even took pleasure in it. She was a beautiful woman and she damn well knew it. Though that didn't mean Amber hadn't already dealt with her fair share of assholes but so far none were unmanageable with a simple punch to the face. After an hour of straight dancing she was parched. The drinks here were free, to her anyways, on account of her friend's father owning the bar and wasn't shy to ask for something a bit more fruity this time. Amber hadn't come alone though, her friends eagerly waited for her return at a booth situated close to the bar and when her order was filled she returned to them.

During their chatter the opportunity to play a game arose when one of her friends decided it would be fun. Truth or Dare was their game and as always Amber was the first to offer to start it off. Her friends were just as crazy as she was so when Amber chose Dare they didn't back down with their idea. The dare? Walk up to a complete stranger topless and ask them for his shirt. If he agrees Amber got to choose the next club to hop to, if he didn't Amber had to remain shirtless for the rest of the evening. Not willing to lose Amber was determined and with a small lift of her now exposed breasts, the only coverage being the mint green bra holding them in place, she approached the first cute guy she saw at the bar. "Excuse me. I seem to have lost my shirt. Can I have yours?" she asked with a charming smile.