“My drink, Rithik,” I reminded him instead, gesturing to the stack of bottles behind him. 
“My apologies,” his brows shot slightly. He directed his attention to the lady next to me whose existence I temporarily forgot. “Do you want some more? You know the pineapple one.”
“Sure. Thanks dear,” she said with a sugarcoated smile then suddenly looked at me. I didn't know what to say so I shot a small smile and looked away. Looks like he wasn't going to introduce me to this one. Either he was his girlfriend or his casual girl. He began to prepare his drinks in silence. While he wasn't exactly looking anywhere but for some reason, there was this undeniable tension radiating off him, almost rattling my nerves. I felt that last time too, and wondered if it was my mind playing games with me. 
“Here,” he offered the first one to me. I took the glass from him, our fingers grazing against each other in the process. A tingling sensation shot up my arm. I was about to remove my hand when Rithik shockingly surprised me by enclosing his large fingers around mine 
“Actually, I forgot this,” he said, extending his other free arm to the basket of fruits. He picked a red cherry and popped into my drink, never leaving his hold on me, never mind the disproportional rhythm of my heartbeat. 
“Thanks,” I muttered, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. That's exactly when he left his hand. He glanced at me in a casual way as if he never, intentionally or unintentionally, made that move on me. Soon he got back to work, preparing the cocktail for his lady accomplice. Knowing there was no point in being a kebab ki haddi (bone in meat) between the two of them, I left him.
Only to find myself a new partner. 
They say when a man shagged a woman, he was called as a stud. It was true, actually. A man will be more willing to thrust his dick in, than a woman, spreading her legs for a man. I pitied the men sometimes. It was much harder for them to get a woman, solely for physical fulfillment. On the contrary, it also led to betrayal and lies, that surfaced in many relationships. 
Even I wasn't easy to fall prey for. People often misunderstood the concept of those who hooked up. Just because I was willing for sex, didn't mean I would prefer to fuck anyone with a dick. Maybe few would prefer that way but not me. You could line up fifty men and I'd probably find only three men, fuckable enough for me. I had my own tastes, thank you very much! 
It was precisely why it was much easier for a woman like me to shag a man, especially a one night stand in a place that was reeking of youngsters. It didn't came as a surprise when few men shot flirty looks my way as I passed them by the club. I just had to throw a responsive smile at one of them and boom, my work was done. Though a one night stand wasn't what I was aiming for. He would just be my temporary catch. If I wanted to catch on a bigger fish, I had to trap the smaller one first. 
After finding the small fish in the form of a skinny man, I requested a drink, to which he happily complied. While on the bar, we made a small talk, getting on with our petty introductions. I didn't even bother to remember his name. Overall, he seemed like a bundle of nerves, which was becoming less cute and more annoying by the second. I decided to name him 'Virgin' inside my head. Cowards were totally against my type. 
We ordered our drinks from another bartender since I didn't want to catch Rithik's attention directly. Whether he had noticed me or not, I didn't know. After emptying our glasses and plates, I suggested a fun ride at the club. 
Virgin and I soon joined the dance floor, getting carried away with the music. His virgin eyes held such interest for me while my eyes  wandered across the club, waiting desperately for someone. I had a feeling he would come here. His lady companion was a surefire proof of that. I waited and waited at what seemed like an endless span of time. My resolve forced to betray my faith but I wasn't the one to give up.