Becoming Kennedy

5- California Kennedy

I decided to keep my place at the bar for a little bit longer. I tossed back a few more shots that random men had bought for me, not paying attention to who was trying to get my attention. Back in Colorado we had parties, so I wasn’t totally out of my depth here.

I look out on the dancefloor and see Luke dancing with Parsley (I’m not even going to bother with her real name anymore.  She is officially Parsley). Suddenly I felt a little pang of something in my chest.  I wasn’t jealous or anything…..or was I?

I needed to be more drunk than I was to deal with my life right now. I was fifth wheeling at a club I can’t legally be in, with a band that is probably a big deal, and on a school night!  Yes. More vodka was necessary.

I buy myself three more shots and throw them back. This is when I decide it’s my time to hit the floor. I scan the crowd for a potential dance partner, but the prospects don’t look promising.

All of a sudden,  I see a boy who looks about my age.  He’s definitely not old enough to be here. He was in a booth by himself looking generally disinterested, and to be fair, he was actually pretty hot.  It looked like he was tall.  He had a messy mop of brown hair, and I couldn’t tell from this far away, but I was crossing my fingers that his eyes were green.

He would do nicely. I channel my inner vixen, and throw my shoulders back. I start to try to walk across the club to his table but when I stand I realize I’m a lot more drunk than I thought I was.  Oh well, I can handle it.  Factoring in my impaired motor skills, I take things slowly, and try to be careful not to trip on my massive heels.

I finally reach the table, and place my hand softly on his shoulder.  He jumps a little and I can tell I surprised him, but when he sees who I am, he smirks.  “Excuse me sir, but I’m going to need you to calm down.  You’re partying way too hard.”  

This was how I flirted with guys.  I was a snarky, sarcastic little shit, and a total tease.

“Well miss I’m afraid I can’t do that. This evenings festivities are far too enticing to enjoy calmly.” Alright, so pretty boy can keep up.

I like it.

“Well in that case, I insist you escort me to the dance floor.”  This made him laugh. “Oh really? And if I don’t?” you sink down to his ear level and whisper, “We both know that won’t be the case.”

I slowly slide my hand down his arm and take him by the wrist and start to lead him to the floor. I’m amazed at myself.  I have no idea where any of this is coming from. This isn’t me at all.  This isn’t Colorado.

Before I can get too far into my own head, I feel two hands grab my waist and pull me backwards into someones body.  Looks like pretty boy caught up.  I turn around and move my body closer to his, dancing in perfect time with the music.  

I scan the mass of dancing bodies around me, and see Luke and Parsley pretty close to us.  I stare at Luke for a minute, taking in the way he moved and how he looked.  I couldn’t help but get lost in just how perfect he seemed.  Suddenly, Luke turns his head, and catches me staring.

This normally would have been earth shattering for me, and I would’ve looked away immediately out of absolute embarrassment.  But not tonight.  Everything was different tonight.  Instead, I held his eye contact, turned around so my back was to pretty boy’s front.

Then, without breaking eye contact with Luke, I started to move my hips from side to side against my partner, and began to snake my way down his body.  

This got Luke’s attention.  He turned away from Parsley and started to head towards me.  I pretended as if I didn’t notice, and closed my eyes while getting lost in the music.

Pretty soon I felt pretty boy’s hands leave my waist and I opened my eyes to see what was happening.  Luke and Pretty Boy were talking, and neither one looked very happy.

“What seems to be the problem boys?” I ask in a voice that doesn’t even sound like mine.

“Well I was just asking…” He pauses, “What was it?  Insert boys name that I forgot here?   Right, well, I was just asking if I could steal you for a few songs and he doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go.”  Luke said, obviously very frustrated.

“Well both of you are in the wrong here.” I reply, “First of all, [Boys name] you are under no authority to let me do anything.  I’m going to do what I want no matter how you feel about it.  And Luke, is this at all fair to poor little Parsley?” Luke looks confused for a second, “You mean Presley?” he asks.

I shrug, “Whatever, same difference. However, you did walk allll the way over here to see little old me, so I feel as if you deserve at least one dance.”  I made sure my tone was dripping with sarcasm.  I honestly had no idea where any of this was coming from.

Both boys stood in their spots, shocked, looking very confused.  I stepped towards Luke, grabbed his hands, and lead him away from [boy], who doesn’t protest at all.  The song changed, and I began to dance with Luke.  This is when I realized that although he looked great from afar, Luke had almost literally no rhythm.  All of his steps were on the wrong beat, and try as he might, he just couldn’t get his body to sync up with mine.  

I didn’t mind though, I thought it was cute. The song finished and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “That’s all you get.”  And turned to walk away.

Since when do I whisper things to people?  Because apparently that’s something I do a lot now.  

I was on my way to go sit down, and finally have a break.  Clubbing was some serious stuff, and I had had a long day. I almost made it to a booth when a hand came out of nowhere and pulled me into the shadows.