Red Sir, Red

Three

I pull down on the bottom of Dayra's dress, trying to cover more of myself but the dress is not cooperating. I don't see why I couldn't have just worn what I already had on. What difference does it make? I fidget in my seat at the bar and trail my finger along the top of my club soda.

Vincent fidgets in the seat beside me, tapping his leg to the beat of the music. His lips close around the straw attached to his fruity vodka soda as he takes in a long drink. He looks up at me once he's done with a goofy smile, " You're driving us back, right?"

I shrug and turn my attention away from him. I can't believe I convinced them to taking me here. I thought this was supposed to be fun... but it's not. Whereas everyone else can get drunk, I can't. This club is incredibly strict about being 21.

Vincent places a hand on my shoulder, to help him climb down from his seat. He stands in front of me with the same damn goofy smile. It's one of those contagious smiles that even though I'm beyond annoyed, I find myself smiling back at him.

" We've been sitting here for ages," he slurs his words a bit, " It's going to take Gemma and Dayra forever to come back. So," He places both hands on his hips and stands up straighter, " we should go dance."

" I don't... I don't know. I'm not really good at.. dancing." I mutter to him, wringing my hands together.

Vincent just grabs my hands, trying to pull me up. He's too drunk to actually do it successfully, but he tugs and tries. When he realizes I'm not budging he huffs and lets go. "But I'm good. I'm really good!," He takes my hands and places it on his hips, I instantly feel my face heat up when he starts moving his hips from side to side in a sexual manner. A bit flustered I quickly let go.

Vincent giggles at me and covers his mouth when a burp quickly escapes his lips. " I still got it." He says with a fist pump.

" Can I just please sit here? You can go and I'll just watch." I don't want to dance. I suck at dancing. The last time I danced was when my best friend, Cassandra found a way to sneak us into some college party. The party was pretty sick, and filled to the max. It was the first time I had any alcohol and really loosened up.. but apparently I had too much fun. Cas had to drag me out because I was embarrassing her or something like that...

Vincent shrugs at me and turns around to stumble towards the dance floor. He almost falls on his face a couple time but he just uses the bodies on the dance floor to keep him upright. It seems like they don't mind it. Once Vincent reaches the middle he lets out an energetic scream, that I can hear faintly over the music. The crowd joins him in almost instantly. So he must do this often..

I shake my head and turn myself around back towards the bar. I trace my hand over my drink again, with a sigh. How long are we going to be here? I grab my miny purse beside my drink and reach inside for my phone. I fumble with the buttons to see that It's only 11:30. We've been here for like an hour already. I notice that I also have a new message. I was texting Cas earlier when we first decided to come to this club. I wanted to prove to her that I do get out and have fun. I'm cool..

Cas: ' Doesn't sound like too much fun, Rennie. Why'd your so-called-friends to just leave you?'

Maybe I should've left out the part where I was just sulking at the bar drinking a club soda while everyone else had fun. Gemma and Dayra disappeared through some down to go upstairs, I wasn't able to go too because I wasn't old enough. Old enough for what exactly, I don't know because Gemma just shoved me on this bar stool and made Vincent 'watch me'. It's the total opposite, however.

Aryn: ' You have to be 21+ to go upstairs... '

Cas: ' Wait, why? What kind of club are you at? '