Belly Shot

I've always wanted to do this.

     The bar is stiff beneath me. My brain swims in a cocktail of alcohol and drugs, though I'm not sure what kind I've taken. A pill, I remember, but the name is evasive. A strobe is above me and I shut my eyes against the abusive light, not entirely sure why I'm up here. A cool liquid is pooled in the center of my stomach and I push myself up onto my elbows, looking down at the clear liquid in my navel. There's a crowd beside me, chanting words that blur into an unrecognizable solid sound. A hand is on my shoulder and I look at it, following the arm up to the face it belongs to.
"Don't spill it, Jack." He says, gently pushing me back down. I can't think of why I shouldn't go, so I do. Again, I'm flat against the bar and my eyes are closed from the light. Warm lips seal around the puddle of liquid at my center and I feel the probing heat of a tongue. The chants around me erupt into cheers and I smile, my fingers in his hair. Once he's sure all the liquid has been lapped up, he moves away from me, my hand dropping off the edge of the bar into the air. I turn my head to look at the crowd and see that he's coming back. His arm reaches across my stomach and around my back to help me up.
"Good job, Jack." He says, smiling. I don't know why, but I smile back, a cool trail of unreachable liquid sliding down my skin.

Author's Note

It feels unfinished.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

You know... this could be the same night as the piece you just posted about losing time. The atmosphere is so similar that if you bridged them together, it might make this part feel finished.

Btw... body shots are fun. Do it if you get a chance.