Amber had certainly taken to it, a little too much if truth be known.
It started quite civilized with a bottle of wine at the dinner table which didn't last long before another bottle was ordered and then another. Whether it was a taste for it or nerves, Amber seemed to be drinking a lot more than everyone else and by the time dinner was over it could have easily worked out that Amber had drunk an entire bottle to herself. She wasn't a loud drunk or an embarrassing drunk but she seemed so much more confident and flirty.
I didn't want to give her a hard time on her birthday, but I did try to get her to slow down on the champagne when it was made available at the bar, but she wouldn't listen. Unfortunately, when the local troublemaker, Trey Haughton arrived I could sense we’d have more problems before the night was over.
Trey Haughton was the man of the moment in Amber's circle of friends. He lived on the outskirts of the village in a trailer with only his mother; she was a single mom bringing up Trey and his younger brother, Cain. They had settled in our town a couple of years previous and from day one there had been problems with Trey. He rode a motorbike and he had no respect for noise or mess around the village.
Amber and her friends found him exciting and it was considered quite a competition who he would ask out on a date first. In my opinion, Trey wasn't a 'date' kind of person, he would be more likely to throw a girl on the back of his bike, feed her copious amounts of beer and then have his wicked way with her. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, it was a silent agreement that had been decided upon our first glance at each other.
As Trey appeared that night I knew he was on the prowl and when he took a hungry glance in Amber's direction I knew I was in for a bumpy night. I'd wanted to whisk her to safety, but Trey was by her side before I could distract her. I heard him ask her if she wanted a drink and I quickly stepped in.
“I think she's had enough,” I proposed.
Trey ignored my remark and quite frankly, ignored me. Amber on the other hand smiled in my direction and then turned to Trey.
“I don't really accept drinks from strangers,” she stated taking a step closer to his side. She spoke in such a suggestive tone; I wondered if she knew what she was doing. Did she realize she was flirting with him?
“Well if we get to know each other a little better I won't be a stranger any longer will I?” Trey replied. I didn't like the look in his eyes but I was at a loss as to what to do. This was Amber's party and a lot of organization, thought and effort had gone into it, I didn't want to cause any unnecessary scenes.
I waited with baited breath for Amber's reply, hoping she wouldn't surrender to his wily charms.
“No, I don't suppose you would be, so how do you see us getting to know each other more?” She was playing games with him and it surprised me as to where she'd learned this kind of behavior.
I'd heard enough and walked off to join some friends on the other side of the room to avoid watching her embarrass herself. By the time I turned to see how it was going, Amber and Trey had already gone. My heart skipped a beat but not in a good way. I was disappointed in Amber that she would behave in such a forward manner, but I knew it was the alcohol having an effect on her, not to mention the influence of Trey.
Half an hour passed and they were still absent from the party and I started to worry, deciding I would give them five more minutes and then I would go to look for them. They couldn't have gone far and hopefully wouldn't have 'gone' too far. The very thought caused a surge of jealousy which shocked me as I didn't realize I had feelings for Amber in that way. I couldn't wait the designated five minutes, I needed to know where they were right at that moment.
Leaving my friends, I walked out into the cold, crisp night air and listened.
It started quite civilized with a bottle of wine at the dinner table which didn't last long before another bottle was ordered and then another. Whether it was a taste for it or nerves, Amber seemed to be drinking a lot more than everyone else and by the time dinner was over it could have easily worked out that Amber had drunk an entire bottle to herself. She wasn't a loud drunk or an embarrassing drunk but she seemed so much more confident and flirty.
I didn't want to give her a hard time on her birthday, but I did try to get her to slow down on the champagne when it was made available at the bar, but she wouldn't listen. Unfortunately, when the local troublemaker, Trey Haughton arrived I could sense we’d have more problems before the night was over.
Trey Haughton was the man of the moment in Amber's circle of friends. He lived on the outskirts of the village in a trailer with only his mother; she was a single mom bringing up Trey and his younger brother, Cain. They had settled in our town a couple of years previous and from day one there had been problems with Trey. He rode a motorbike and he had no respect for noise or mess around the village.
Amber and her friends found him exciting and it was considered quite a competition who he would ask out on a date first. In my opinion, Trey wasn't a 'date' kind of person, he would be more likely to throw a girl on the back of his bike, feed her copious amounts of beer and then have his wicked way with her. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, it was a silent agreement that had been decided upon our first glance at each other.
As Trey appeared that night I knew he was on the prowl and when he took a hungry glance in Amber's direction I knew I was in for a bumpy night. I'd wanted to whisk her to safety, but Trey was by her side before I could distract her. I heard him ask her if she wanted a drink and I quickly stepped in.
“I think she's had enough,” I proposed.
Trey ignored my remark and quite frankly, ignored me. Amber on the other hand smiled in my direction and then turned to Trey.
“I don't really accept drinks from strangers,” she stated taking a step closer to his side. She spoke in such a suggestive tone; I wondered if she knew what she was doing. Did she realize she was flirting with him?
“Well if we get to know each other a little better I won't be a stranger any longer will I?” Trey replied. I didn't like the look in his eyes but I was at a loss as to what to do. This was Amber's party and a lot of organization, thought and effort had gone into it, I didn't want to cause any unnecessary scenes.
I waited with baited breath for Amber's reply, hoping she wouldn't surrender to his wily charms.
“No, I don't suppose you would be, so how do you see us getting to know each other more?” She was playing games with him and it surprised me as to where she'd learned this kind of behavior.
I'd heard enough and walked off to join some friends on the other side of the room to avoid watching her embarrass herself. By the time I turned to see how it was going, Amber and Trey had already gone. My heart skipped a beat but not in a good way. I was disappointed in Amber that she would behave in such a forward manner, but I knew it was the alcohol having an effect on her, not to mention the influence of Trey.
Half an hour passed and they were still absent from the party and I started to worry, deciding I would give them five more minutes and then I would go to look for them. They couldn't have gone far and hopefully wouldn't have 'gone' too far. The very thought caused a surge of jealousy which shocked me as I didn't realize I had feelings for Amber in that way. I couldn't wait the designated five minutes, I needed to know where they were right at that moment.
Leaving my friends, I walked out into the cold, crisp night air and listened.
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