You adjusted on the bar stool, your dress riding up your thighs, showing a sliver of more skin then it already was before, making Mira beside you blush, but she turned her head. You had a glass in your right hand, drunk off of whatever you had decided on to drink, your bright red lipstick staining the rim of the said glass.

This was right after one of their shows, barely even giving enough time for Mira to change out of her outfit from on stage. She slid on simple jeans and a t-shirt, but stayed in her heavy stage makeup, her hair a slight mess.

Fans surrounded you both at the bar, asking her to take pictures with them, and or sign autographs. I mean, it was excepted, given her popularity status. Though, she was still happy to do so for her fans.

Meanwhile she was doing so, you had got up to give her some space, standing over to the side a bit, a random person had come up over to you in the bar, a beer bottle in their hand, stumbling as they walked over to you and slurring on their words when the spoke. It was no doubt the person was absolutely was hammered.

“You’re like- really pretty..” The person murmured, leaning up against one of the tables of a booth for support, a drunken smile on their face. You politely thank them, thinking it was the end of it, but it wasn’t. The second they saw your glass was empty, they spoke up.

“Hey, bartender..” They said, holding their hand up. “Can I get this lady a drink of her choice?” The person asked, well, more like yelled, fishing their hand into their pocket and pulling out their wallet to grab some cash to pay.

“Now, why don’t you say you come back to mine with me. I mean, I did just buy you a drink and all.” They said, a smirk on their lips as if they were not trying to guilt trip you, make you deal guilty for them buying you a drink, that you didn’t ask them to do.

Mira was mid conversation with a fan, talking about music when she heard that. She whipped her head around, eyes narrowing as they landed on the person. Was she jealous? No, why would she be. It’s not like you two were dating. You guys were both just best friends, and you came here to get drinks as friends. Even if you two flirted or made out sometimes.. right?

But before she could even process what she was doing, her body moved before she fell herself not to. She apologized to the said fan, getting off of the barstool and making her way over, a fake smile on her lips.

“She’s actually taken.” She said firmly, wrapping her arm around your middle, holding you to her body. “She’ll be coming home with me instead since we are leaving.” She added, turning to the bartender. “Tab me out, please.” She said, since she had the both of your guys drinks on her.