Sweet Dreams Tennessee

Dirty Dancing

As we entered the club I followed Matt, with Alex behind. His eyes definitely were on my arse again. I guess he decided to come after all.

I entered the club and there were so many people. It automatically felt much hotter. Faceless people, grinding on each other. It reeked of perspiration and spirits. The room was vivid in color with quick jumping lights ranging from primary, to secondary, to complimentary.

"Who wants drinks?" Jamie asked.

"I'll take a martini," the environment had changed me. "Make that two Cook,"

I went out to the floor martinis in hand. As I'd finished one a stranger approaches me.

"Enjoying yourself," he asked. He was American and extremely tall. Six foot two at least. Hair in a middle part that fell to about ear length. His hair quite reminded me of what Alex's looks like post shower. For fucks sake. Alex again? I have to stop thinking about him.

"I am yeah," I smile at him.

"Do you want to dance?" He asks politely while holding out his hand. I grab his hand and follow him inwards of the crowd. As the people around us jumped to the music I began to grind on him. I lowered myself and rose again as his hands guided me.

Our hips moved in unison. As I was facing away from him I managed to catch Alex's view. I shot him a wink. He looked furious.

Was he jealous? The Alex Turner. Jealous of a random stranger I was dancing with. That had just ignited the spark. I was going to make Alex so jealous. I moved my hips faster and pulled the stranger in by his neck and began to kiss him while our lower halves continued to move to the music.

The stranger tasted of a shit ton of Italian food just before arriving. I didn't particularly like the taste, but that wasn't the point. I was going to piss Alex off as much as possible. That was the goal.

He continued to push his tongue down my throat, as I tried to do the same to him. It wasn't half bad, but compared to Alex this man was arse. Christ not Alex again. Turners kiss was filled with passion, no matter how intoxicated. This kiss was sloppy. I decided to break the kiss and dance on him again.

As my hands went to my hair in a v shape, a firm grasp was placed on my wrist. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Stranger shocked that I'd been pulled away. Alex broke the dance and dragged me outside the building.

"What the fuck is your problem," he provoked. His face filled with rage. His hair was sprawled all over the place like he was running his hands through it every five seconds.

"My problem? What the fuck is wrong with you Turner," I gibed. I started for the door and he placed his wrist on my hand once again, but harder this time.

"You're done dancing," he ridiculed.

(A/N: I'm sorry I've been inactive. I'm going to try and do better. <3)