oh, to dream..

.. FOUR ..

* Mature Content *

We hop into the taxi and greet the driver "can we go to Smith's in town please?" We ask the driver. It was only a short 5 minute journey but I definitely wouldn't be able to walk it in my shoes, and also, I couldn't be bothered to do it- that's what taxis are there for, am i right? We pile out of the taxi and make our way to the entrance, we have a small table area inside the club so we are greeted at the door and shown to the table, seeing that Emily has really gone all out for this night out when I spot the bucket of alcoholic beverages in the table. I glance at Emily and roll my eyes at her, to which she responds by sticking her tongue out. I pull her in for a hug "this is too much, I'm very thankful but you shouldn't have" I say into her ear. Em squeezes me and almost shouts "it's not everyday that your bestest friend gets her dream job and is set to become quite the jetsetter". I mouth to her "I love you" to which she blows me a kiss. I pour out a couple of drinks and hand them out. The club's atmosphere starts picking up, and every time someone walks past with a tray of shots, apparently Jake makes it his mission to buy a round, we've only been here 2 hours and I am already really quite drunk "lets go dance" Emily says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor, quite literally. The music is so loud, I start dancing and being stupid with Emily, paying no attention to what's going on around me, I signal over to Jake to come and join us and soon enough, he comes bounding over to us with more drinks drinks hand and pulls us into him, an arm over each of us. "I really will miss you when your all over the world" he says to me, he presses a kiss to my temple and that's when I know he's drunk, Jake has to be the least affectionate person i know and he's only like this when he's had a few too many!

After a while, I head back to our table and get myself yet another drink, as I look up, I can spot Emily and Jake dancing together, and when I say dancing together, what I really mean is that she is grinding on him like her life depends on it. His hands on her hips, her holding her hair over one of her shoulders and Jake's face is buried in her neck. They are so lost in their own world, they don't see me looking at them and i think that's for the best. Years and years ago, I had a thing for Jake but decided not to pursue it because I met someone else, and ended up in a relationship for over a year and in that space of time, we became best friends. I didn't mind him and Emily getting together but this really didn't seem like a new thing, that's happening because they're drunk, it seems a bit more than that and i guess I'm just confused as why they hadn't said anything. I make a mental note to ask Em in the morning, when we've got clear heads and with that I finish my drink and head over to the bar, to get something a little stronger.

Whilst I'm waiting for my drink i feel a group of guys stand next to me at the bar, I keep my eyes focused on the bar "now I've got a very serious question for you, actually more like 2 or maybe 3 questions" one of the men says to me, tapping me on my arm, "and what would they be?" I reply, looking up at the man in question, he was quite good looking to be fair, messy blonde hair, really tall and a jawline you could cut yourself on. "Okay, first- why are you stood here on your own, what's to stop random people coming up to a beautiful girl like you and try to flirt shamelessly? And question two- does the beautiful girl in question consider a poor take on 20 questions to be classed as flirting?" I smile at him before pulling a 'thinking' face "okay, firstly I need a stronger drink and my friends are dancing and I'm quite capable of looking after myself and in reply to your second question, that depends" I say with a smirk "depends on what exactly?" The guy says "well, it depends on what your third question will be?" I say. "Okay, third question is a big one, are you ready?" He replies, to which I nod "can I buy you a drink?" I laugh before being handed my drink by the bartender "ah, that's the wrong question, I already have one" I say, giving him a wink and i start walking away, I look over my shoulder to see him watching me and i stop and walk back over to him, I place a hand on his chest and lean up to his ear "now, a dance however wouldn't go-a-miss" and I walk back to the dance floor, backwards, keeping eye contact with him as he follows me, grabbing his drink off the bar top.