𝓖𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 2

           The liquor stung wickedly as it flowed down her throat, but everyone erupted in cheers as she slammed the shot glass on the table.

"Alright Ron, you're up next" said George

      The crowd made a pocket of room for Ron to step up to the table, where four shot glasses full to the brim with Captain Morgan spiced rum were waiting in a line. The alcohol rippled in the glass with each thump of music. And the people dancing in close vicinity sent motion pulsating through the ground, up the legs of the plastic table and into Ron's finger tips, which were now resting on the edge of the table.

"You got this" y/n raised her hand to his shoulder, her throat still stinging from the rum, "it's not that bad...you got this !"

"Alright," he said, bending down close to her ear, "but just know...I'm only doing it to impress you." 

      Y/n tuned out the music as his words left warm breath on her neck. She could hear the rasp in his voice that she knew would be intensified by alcohol.
    He positioned himself back at the table, wrapping three fingers around the first shot glass. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he turned his face up to look at the crowd of people watching him.
  Suddenly, he pushed the glass up to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the liquid flow down his throat. y/n watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. He breathed a sharp inhale as he prepares for the next shot, but y/n's focus shifted to the sound of one of her favorite songs  playing on the speakers.

She took a few steps back, allowing her elegant body to be engulfed by the crowd. She closed her eyes, breathing in the music with her whole body. Within a few seconds, she came out the other side. y/n was now standing in a clearing close to the dance floor. She examined the crowd of people dancing and wished so badly she could be one of them. But as she look around she saw no one she knew, to dance with. Remembering her earlier promise, she had to be confident. So, one foot in front of the other she stepped into the group dancing people.
Raising her hands above her head, she closed her eyes. She ran her own hands up and down her arms, simply feeling her own skin. Eventually she moved her hands to her own hips, and she leaned her head back and she swayed back and forth. When suddenly, she felt a pair of hands that weren't hers. One hand was on her own hand, and one on her waist. Feeling alarmed, she whipped her body around.

To see Fred.