They should be left behind

•Partying....because I can•

The club is electric tonight, good vibes flow like a virus causing everyone to dance like their life depends on it. The the alcohol flowing through their bodies, the numbing buzz it causes allows everyone to feel a temporary high. We're all are living it up, feeding off of the smiles and fast dancing, attempting to forget the dreaded consequences our actions will have that will begin our day tomorrow. No-one can see the dance floor, it's wall to wall people dancing to the thumping music. Flashing strobe lights blind me and the music makes me move as mindlessly as a puppet led about on strings, my head having crashed from everything so hard my brain has fundamentally shut down. There's so much sweat on my skin and clearly not all of it's mine.... but I love it.

Teagen, Noah and I went out to party, we had all been busy recently and had finally found time for each other, but what better way is there to spend it than oblivious to the world of work that has got as all so trapped in it's cage? This lead to drink after drink. Cocktails, shots, beers the lot. We like to keep it interesting. Irregular orders coming round after round. All strong.

I danced opposite Noah, laughing as he started to move funnily as we held hands and shook about. He gripped my hand and twirled me into a dip that had  me basically rolling on the floor in laughter afterwards, my inebriated state no help whatsoever in helping me get back up. Teagen reached out to assist me and I gripped her hand, whispering in her ear that I was gonna get myself another drink (cause you can never have too many). She nodded and let me go.

"Do you guys want anything?" I turned around to ask, belatedly realising that it would've been my turn to grab a round anyway.

They both shook their heads and I shrugged, making a beeline to the bar with unsteady footsteps that left me wobbling like a newborn fawn. I managed to grab a seat, as most people were more so invested in dancing the night away, and flagged over the bartender. I put in an order of some weird sounding mojito and winked to the man behind the bar as he went away to make my drink.

I swirled around and let a short exhausted sigh pass my lips, tired from all the dancing. My peripheral view then catches this hot guy with shoulder length, curly brown hair and beautiful amber eyes staring at me from the seat besides me. His eyes are shining and glinting with the lighting. I decided to make a move.....cause why on earth should I not?

"Hi there," I attempt to say with a lazy smirk on my lips, but inwardly curse at the obvious slur in my voice.

"Hello," the deep baritone voice replied. Wow, sexy face and sexy voice.

"Thanks," he said, a grin rivalling that of the cheshire cat spreading across his face.

My confusion must be clear on my face as he says, "For calling me sexy, in more ways than one " accompanied by a flirtatious wink.

I feel myself turning slightly redder than I already am as I try to find a way to make a smooth excuse. But before I can embarrass myself further I'm saved by the bartender who places my drink in front of me, making me turn to grab it with a thanks. I take a sip and somehow manage to recover.

I try not to be clumsy as I start to talk to him.

"Well I can only say the truth, and with a specimen as fine as yourself sitting in front of me what do you expect?"  I look him up and down and bite my lip.

"Well I can only say the same about you..." He also looks me up and down.

"Sage," I supply.

"Sage.... a good name. I'm Ezra."

"Ezra, huh? Nice name. Suits you. Well Ezra, what are you doing here tonight?"

"Just getting away from the chaos of work. I'm so overloaded these days I needed the break....you?"

"Same. So what job is this that has you pulling your hair out?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Being a doctor" He sighs.

"A doctor... fancy" I nudge him with a laugh.

"And you? You said work is stressing you now too."

"I'm a personal assistant," I reply with a sigh, finding a little comfort in taking a big gulp before a scowl can cross my face. I really needed this break.

"I love my work..." I continue, "but there's been this big project that has honestly left me swamped these days."

"I guess we're in the same boat then, although for me it's not so much a large project as it is multiple jobs lined up. But I see you're living it up. Good luck." He teases, clinking our near-empty glasses.

"The concern is charming. Really." I scoff.

I finish off the last of my drink as he laughs at me, half-heartedly apologising with a smile and orders us another round of drinks. Then we continue to chatter away.

We fall into easy conversation and I start to feel a bit more sober talking to him in comparison to the time on the dance floor, taking in all the details he says and does. He's quite playful. I order another drink for myself and him, considering that I had long since finished my other mojito, and ask him if he wants to dance. He downs his drink - as I do mine - and stands up. Gosh he's tall. Maybe around 6'2? 6'3?

He takes me up on my offer as I reach out a hand to him with a slight exaggerated bow. He laughs and takes my hand with comical flair, flipping his slightly long hair and playing along as I lead him to the dance floor.

"Well young sir... I must say that you do look dashing whilst you dance" I imitate a way of speaking which I imagine would come from the regency period.

"Are you saying I don't always look this dashing?" He fakes offence, putting a hand to his chest and the other to his forehead as he leans back slightly with a gasp. He then lets out a long fake sigh of disappointment.

A small burst of liquid courage suddenly hits me as I grab his waist and whispering in his ear, "Of course not... darling."

I feel as if my fake British accent is working well and I let a small smile play across my lips. He seems slightly shocked as I pull away. Then his eyes twinkle slightly as he smirks, grasping my waist to hold us close again.

"Say that again" He breathlessly whispers.

"Darling" I say, dragging out the -a- with a smirk.

He let's a small carnal growl out and I feel myself smirking wider if even possible.

After a bit of hot dancing with Ezra I tell him I need to tell my friends something and I'll be right back.

He let's go of my waist and I make my way over to Teagen and Noah, telling them I'm going to leave first. They nod and go back to dancing after we've hugged each other goodbye. I make my way back over to Ezra and grasp his loose tie, making him lean down so I can talk to him easier.

"Do you want to go?" I ask, drawing circles with my other hand on his arm.

"Go where?" He smiles, trying to get me to be more straightforward.

"I don't know. Maybe to get some ice-cream? But you know... actually I was hoping to get a sweeter dessert" I look up at him as I bite my lip and softly place my free hand on his chest, stopping the innocent act after the first half of my sentence.

"Anyhere with you" He replies, sounding slightly breathless again.

I smirk and lead him out whilst dragging him by the tie, swaying my hips a little. I look over my shoulder back at him to see undisguised excitement present in his eyes.

I smile a little to myself and get ready to lead us into the nearest hotel.