She opened her mouth, dumping the sharp clear liquid down her throat knowing full well this was not a wise thing to do, but she wasn’t going to walk away from the this challenge, not from her. Molly didn’t drink, well, not much anyway and everyone at the party knew this. That’s why they all gathered around the table and started cheering. “Bang,” everyone jumps as the glass slams on the table next to the tequila bottle, “Filler up” Molly said with a smug look on her face. She finishes first, winning the first round. Someone filled her glass; she didn’t pay attention to who it was, she was staring at the blond across the table, letting her know she wasn’t going to back down.
The blond was Susan a neighbor who Molly despised and with good reason. It wasn’t that Susan was petite and had gorgeous natural sun streaked hair she could handle that. It was the way every man that came within range of her scent reacted to her. They all looked like a bunch of dogs with their tongues hanging out slobbering the minute she walked into the room. Now it may sound like Molly was jealous, that wasn’t the case it was that Susan set the women’s movement back several decades. Women were burning their bras, demanding equal pay for equal work and the pill had given them sexual freedom their mothers never knew. All that went down the, drain when Susan was around. Her mode of operation was not independent women, but “Oh, poor me I don’t know how to do this or do that, is there anyone that could help me?” Of, course every other woman’s man within distance of her helpless female scent came running. While the men were busy helping Susan, Molly and her friends were putting up their own wallpaper mind you, and Susan had her own man, but he was working all the time, so poor helpless Susan had all the men snared in her spider’s web.
The barbeque was at Molly’s sister house, the two flat was small and the kitchen was even smaller. It was the Fourth of July and it was sweltering. Before leaving for the barbeque Molly hesitated in front of the mirror. Her tank top skimmed her full breasts and her shorts hugged the curve of her hips and were just short enough, she agreed with the mirror, she did look pretty damn hot. White set off Molly’s golden tan and dark hair. As she turns from the mirror she notices the sparkle in her eyes.
The bottle of tequila was half empty now. The two women slam their glasses down with a little less force this time. It is their third shot or is it their fourth, both women had lost count. Molly was beginning to feel lightheaded, she knew she should stop, but then Susan gave her that smile. She picks up her shot glass, tips her head back, her hair falling away from her face as she let the liquid rush down her throat. She didn’t feel its sharp burning sensation when it hit her stomach that went away several glasses back.
The volunteer bartender turned the bottle upside down letting every single drop slide into the shot glasses. One last heave ho and the competition was declared a tie. Molly set her glass down smiling a “gotcha” smile across the table at Susan. Wobbling toward the food on a nearby table she realizes it would have been wise to eat something before she left home.
Sometime after midnight the barbeque started to wind down. Molly’s sister needs help putting the food away so Molly went into the pantry to get some plastic wrap. She stood staring at the shelf’s for several minutes before finding the plastic wrap, she is really quite drunk by now, it is hard to stand much less walk. Molly tries to steady herself before attempting to move when someone enters the pantry closing the door behind them cutting off all light. Molly tries to protest, but the person put an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, he kisses her. She tries to push the intruder aside, but the shots from earlier in the evening made that impossible. She likes the smell of the stranger. Leaning against the pantry shelves Molly gives into his kiss. Their lips met, his kiss is sweet, gentle. Molly didn’t know who this was, but she sure like the way he kissed, however, she realizes she drunk, she couldn’t let this continue. Gently, she tries to push him away. The stranger wouldn’t give up. He pulls her closer to him. Molly avoids his searching mouth. Desperate to find a way to stop whoever this is Molly trying to open the box plastic wrap in her hands, once it’s open she starts to wrap it around them. This manages to distract the stranger’s roaming mouth. She winds it round and round them. He’s laughing as she comes to the end of the roll and the two of them are now joined together. His arms around her waist her arms free and around his shoulders. The pantry strangers stood silently joined. Molly starts to giggle. They both start to laugh.
A knock came from the other side of the door. Light enters the darkness of the pantry as someone opens the door. The plastic wrapped pantry couple blinked at the intruding light, a roar of laughter came from just outside the door. Seems like everyone watched my partner came in the pantry and closed the door. They were waiting for him to come out. Molly realizes how ridiculous the situation looks. Of course everyone teases us about getting a room.
My sister starts to unwrap us and I realize my pantry stranger is someone who was not part of our usual party crowd. He has come with a friend. His name was Roger. My face is burning with embarrassment. My pantry partner winks at me. We talk for a few minutes before we are interrupted. As he walks away I notice is a foot taller than me, his eyes a mesmerizing blue. I’m sure he could feel me melt when he looked at me.
It’s late. My stomach is churning. The food I’d eaten earlier wasn’t mixing so well with the half bottle of tequila I had downed at pretty fast clip. Roger offered to drive me home and I let him. I am in no condition to drive. The ride home felt like a roller coaster ride. Stumbling from the car, I stab several times at the keyhole before Roger took the keys from me and opened the door. I turn toward Roger. He hands me the key and tells me he will call me later in the morning. He says he will call a cab to get back to my sisters. Slipping his arm around my waist he kisses me on the cheek and gives me a hug. I turn and close the door. Somewhere in her drunken state Molly realizes he made no attempt to come in. She stumbles to her bedroom, undresses and slides into bed. Lying snuggled in her covers she thinks about the barbeque, and how she had wiped the smug look off Susan’s face. And then there was Roger. She can still feel his kiss on her lips and the warmth of his hug.
Molly smiles at the thought of Roger. Content she drifts into an alcohol induced coma. Some hours later she hears the phone ringing. Picking up the receiver she hears someone if she has any plastic wrap.