I... am drunk.
Mel and I were on the dance floor with drinks in our hands, her chest to my back, grinding forward, coordinated. I was having the time of my life with my best friend. I was so glad I decided to let my hair down.
“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one,” she asked.
I quickly drank the remainder of my drink, now accustomed to the flares that the alcohol produced. I nodded and handed the empty glass to her. I continued dancing as she walked to the bar.
Looking around to take in my surroundings - now that my second was not around - I tried to keep an eye on everything around me. That is something hard to do when your brain is fuzzy from copious amounts of liquor. I threw my head back, sighing. My eyes closed as my hands caressed the sides of my face. I swayed my hips as my fingers trailed down my neck and went behind and pushed up my hair.
My eyes opened and met amber ones. From up above on the upper level – for those super important people – leaning against a banister with a glass of dark liquor in his hand, they stared at me. The feeling of the burning amber that glowed underneath the club's light burned tingles onto my skin.
My hands left my hair and followed the frame of my body down and up again. The eyes followed them. I wasn’t sure whether his eyes were seducing me or if I was seducing him, but what I did know was that I wanted it to continue.
“I got our drinks!”
Spinning, I smiled as I came face to face with Mel.
“Someone’s lighting up the dance floor with her sexy moves,” she said as she handed me the drink.
I took a swig and hummed. This one tasted a lot better than the others. I could barely detect the alcohol with its bursts of fruity flavors.
“Let's take a break,” I said, holding the straw to my lips.
She nodded and took my hand. She raised our joint hands up and held on tight. We both danced off the dance floor. I turned back to find the amber eyed man, but his form was retreating.
We went back to one of the booths we had reserved. Turns out our bands were part of the VIP silver package. There were four types of wrist bands here. You had VIP Gold, VIP Silver, VIP Bronze and green. VIP Gold allows you to go to the upper level where they have their own bar of top shelf liquor. VIP Silver gets you in the booths and free drinks. VIP Bronze just gave you free drinks, and the green meant you were of legal drinking age.
It was a wonder whether he gave us these bands by accident. There was no way my boobs alone got us top tier passes for free. Surely, he meant to give us just the free drinks pass but grabbed the wrong ones by mistake, right?
I brought forth this question earlier to Mel, but she just rolled her eyes and shrugged it off. Her ideals were why question such luck. Knowing she was right; I just went along with it.
“So...” Mel began. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m gonna have a huge hangover tomorrow morning,” I laughed out.
Mel joined me in laughter as I sipped my drink.
“Other than that, genius?”
“You were right,” I sighed out, speech a bit slurred. “This... is amazing. I am having such an exciting time! For once, I am living in the moment, and I am loving it!”
“Glad to hear it. Now, I have a clubbing partner.”
I chuckled as I took a sip of my fruity drink. I really enjoyed myself. I was glad that I decided to join Mel to keep her safe. This turned out to be a fun night.
“Good evening, ladies.” We both turned to see two men standing in front of the velvet rope in front of our booth. “Looks like you’re having a great time.”
“We are,” Mel said. “What can we do for you fine gentlemen?”
“Perhaps a dance,” said one of the two. He had blonde hair and brown eyes with a charming smile that was kissed by a touch of dimples. His friend had a deep brown buzz cut with brown eyes.
“Can we have names first,” Mel asked.
I smiled at the two, leaning more towards the blonde. What can I say, I like dimples! I do not think you will find many females who are not a sucker for them. Not to mention, the blonde’s eyes looked to be kinder. The brunette looks like he is only here for a “good time,” if you know what I mean.
“Dante and Chris,” said the brunette, identifying himself as Dante. “And you?”
“Mel,” I said introducing my friend first. “And Lia.”
“Well then Mel,” Chris began. “Care to share a dance with me?”
Aww boo. I wanted that one!
“I’d love to,” Mel said. We exchanged looks. As I gave her a playful disgruntled look, she wagged her brows at me and downed her drink.
I wish it weren’t this way, but I couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy in my heart. Mel was pretty and she deserved the world but at times I wondered why I couldn’t have the same opportunities and choices. No matter what, men always chose her over me. I get it, her waistline was a lot smaller than mine, and she just oozes confidence, but I was nice too!
I slowly glanced in Dante’s direction, and he smirked at me with a wink. “What about you, beautiful? Or are you going to play shy?”
Immediately, guilt took over the envy. Here I was judging before even getting to know that guy! Now that he was talking, he seemed nice.
“What gave you the idea that I am anywhere near shy?”
How about your entire personality, Lia? Just because you had a few drinks does not mean you have become a whole new person. You are just drunk.
“Wanna prove me wrong?” He held out his hand and I gave him a look showing my battle with temptation.
Well, I do like a challenge.
Dante offered his hand to me, and I looked down at it with new eyes. I took the offered hand and climbed over the rope. He led me to the dance floor and spun me, pulling me to his chest. “Wow,” I said. “I see you have some skill.” He raised his brows and chuckled. “Okay, so maybe you are not as shy as I thought. You speak!” I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest with a smile. He looked down at the assaulting hand and peered over to my breast. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I frowned. I was beginning to wonder if he was a bit more hammered than I. “Like the view?” He blinked and looked me in the eye. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just really like your outfit.” “No,” I gasped out sarcastically. “Really? I never got that.” “Am I that obvious?” “A tad bit,” I said with a smile. “I mean, I could be wrong, but I knew something was up when you stared at my tits like a nursing infant in need of feeding.” He laughed out, head falling back. “I am so sorry. I did not mea
Ambers. It was the man from the banister on the top floor! “Are you alright?” “I-I...” I could not speak. From a distance I could not see all his features but up close... the man was devastatingly gorgeous. I spun around to face him fully since I only craned my neck. He was tall with a strong and broad structure. He had long dark hair that passed his shoulders. He had two scars on his face, one on his left brow and the other on the right curve of his chin cutting through his perfectly groomed beard to the bottom of his jaw. He wore a black button down with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves expertly rolled up to his elbows. The skin of his exposed arms and chest were blessed with beautifully intricate tattoos. The way he stared down at me, in all his glory, sent shivers down my spine. It reminded me of the striking gaze of a wild wolf on the prowl. There are only two words I would use to sum up and describe this man. Sexy and dangerous. And the two words I would u
“Your hands, what happened to them?” “I busted them while working.” “What were you working on?” A project for a hobby of mine.” “What kind of hobby?” His eyes landed on me, hard and a bit annoyed. Though there were music blaring and people living loudly amongst us, there was silence between us. I could tell that he was not used to the interrogation I was performing on him. He tilted his head to the side and sat back in his seat. “Murder.” My heart skipped a few beats. He said it without any hesitation. His face was as straight as a bee’s line. Gazing into his amber eyes, I narrowed my own. There was no indication that he was lying but I knew the truth. Flirting with a girl, there was no chance a man would admit to murderous hobbies, right? I intwined my fingers together and placed my elbows on the table, resting my chin on the bridge my hands created. I smiled at him, giggling and he smirked at me once more. My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks t
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