"You don't look like the kind of girl who'd just drink beer." Well, that was his opener. Sammi supposed that's how it started. This really tall lanky guy was holding something in a plastic cup. He called it a Tequila Sunrise. Said it was old school. The first drink his mother ever showed him how to make. He handed it to Sammi, there in the corner, losing her identity at this party.
"I'm Derrick." He told her with a smile. Sammi couldn't remember if she smiled or not, but the drink was sweet and made it tolerable to listen to him for the rest of the night. She thought he was talking about a foreign film or was he comparing himself to Robert Sheehan's character in THE MISFITS.
Thankfully, he found her a seat in the little library which no one had slipped into yet. They stayed there alone for some time. He really liked to talk. She thought with a yawn as she studied her drink. There was a cherry in it. She ate it. Honestly, she didn't have much to say. She'd look back at him ever so often to watch his mouth move. She smiled. Finally, she finished her drink.
"Could I have another one of these." There was a laugh in her throat, but it hadn't quite surfaced. She held it out to him as if he were far away, not just inches. She started to laugh once she realized that. He held the cup of ice. But then the lips came forward, and they took her in as if he could really enjoy that drink as much as she did.
Suddenly, Sammi was wide awake. And her cell went off with a Justin Bieber tune.