The Monarch Lives

Chapter 3

Granted this was my first club outing ever and I was with a gang that, to be honest, hated my guts at the moment but this is a lot less fun than I thought. As soon as we arrived, everyone ditched me to go and do their own thing. Gang Blair got lost in the crowd with a kind of determination I had not seen in her before. Some girl in a very short skirt and revealing tank top latched onto Declan and pulled him to the dance floor, but he wasn't objecting seeing as his smirk found its way on his face. Leah and Nat went to the middle of the club and started dancing when some guys showed up and joined them. Let me be the first to say that I would never dance the way they were because 1. I can't and 2. I CAN'T. Bennett, Cole, Dylan and Ray went over to the bar and took two shots each before getting lost in the crowd of dancing people, each going his own way.

Even Jordan, who was my "bodyguard" by the way, left to dance with some girl that he eye flirted with from across the room. They were already making out as they swayed to the beat of the music. And where was I? I was leaning against the wall, not knowing what to do. I mean I had never been in a situation like this and I didn't know how to handle it. I was petrified to move from the very place I was at the moment. I avoided making eye contact with anyone. I mean any one of these strangers could be a potential threat since "The Silvers" are supposed to be here tonight. Ugh, maybe I'm being really uptight. I can't stay in one spot all night. Huh, what if I try to get something to drink. Do they have a certain age to drink alcohol here? Well,I might as well give it a try.

I walked over to the bar and looked up only to be faced with a smirking bartender...what the hell?

"Back again so soon?" He asked with mischief in his eyes.

"Sure sure." I said impatiently. "Give me the strongest drink you've got." I said, trying to sound confident like Gang Blair but not quite the same.

"Starting early, huh?" He asked with a smirk as he poured a dark liquid in a small shot glass and set it in front of me. I ignored his question and downed the drink in two seconds flat.

"Give me two more." I said as I let the disgusting taste of the substande subdued a little bit. I quickly started to feel a little less nervous and a little more confident. He laughed and handed me two more shots. I drank them quickly, one by one, and set it back on the bar counter with a small thud.

"So, Blair, what do you say we head to the back? I have something big for you." He said with a wink. Ew, no. But the alcohol was starting to loosen me up so instead of saying that, I said:

"How about a raincheck. I have a sudden burst of energy to dance." I quickly got up and headed to the dance floor without letting him answer. Normally, I wouldn't know how to dance but the alcohol levels in my system gave me the confidence to actually sway my hips to the beat which is an accomplishment since I can't even do THAT when I'm sober.

I still couldn't find any of the guys or the girls. I was surrounded by strangers who were potential threats to my life but did I care? Nope! I was letting loose and I loved it. I closed my eyes and continued to move my body to the beat of the music with a big smile on my face. I probably looked like and idiot but would a drunk person care? No. So do I care? Hell no! Something in my head was telling me that this was wrong and I would get myself into trouble but a louder voice was screaming for me to take more shots. As I moved to go back to the bar, a pair of strong hands grabbed onto my hips and kept me in place as the person behind me started to dance along with me. I forgot all about the shots and allowed myself to respond to his dancing. I felt a hot breath on my neck as we danced and a small shiver ran down my spine as his lips barely made contact with my skin. A soft chuckle escaped his lips which fanned my skin and gave me this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach that was by far stronger than the burning sensation that the alcohol had left only minutes before.