One Shots - Jadine

About Last Night (Repeat)

She found herself in Valkyrie with her non-showbiz friends.

To think she was planning on cancelling! Her shoot finished late and all she wanted was to go home and catch up on some much needed sleep! But, it's been forever since she's gone out and two of her friends are celebrating their birthdays.

They all met up at the Bowery in Burgos Circle first.

Her friends were already drinking and finished about 3 bottles of Gold Label and were on their fourth when she arrived. Then at one, they decided to move the party to Valkyrie.

No way please.

She wouldn't be caught dead there. The Palace in Uptown Bonifacio is James' turf.

She can't be there.

"It's late, that's okay. And, come on! Will he even be there?" Iya whined.

"I don't know?" Nadine hesitated.

"Oh ayon naman pala eh! You don't know, so lets go! He could also NOT be there. Sayang ang table and sina Aj and Kiko are waiting!" Alex another member of her barkada said.

"Fine."

"Yon, ayos Bangs!"

And that's why she's here. At the entrance, staring at the lights leading to the stage farther down.

Why didn't I just go home? She groaned.

They headed for the 2nd floor where the VIP rooms and bigger tables were. She opened Instagram to check if James or any of his friends posted where they were for the night.

None.

No post.

Nadine secretly prayed he was home asleep, comfortably tucked in bed... which is SUPER impossible. If you know James--he'd probably be lying on someone's couch, pissed beyond by now. 

Still, she's crossing her fingers. Might be her lucky night.

"SHOTS!!!" Someone from her group started handing out small glasses filled with Grey Goose.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS!! Woohoo!!" they cheered and took the shot.

Gah, PAIT. 

"LET'S DANCE BANGS!" Iya pulled her towards the stairs and went down the dance floor .

The music was deafening. She didn't mind. She felt a little light headed while she continued to descend the stairs.

The lights went dark and only the dj was illuminated. Along with it, music was building up and as Nadine let the music take her, her arms and hands flailing in the air, eyes closed and anticipating the drop of the beat, she felt two strong arms snake around her waist.

"Hey pretty." He whispered.

The voice sounds familiar... Her back was against him.

She could feel him pulling her tighter, pressing his body against hers.

"Dance?" He proposed. She swayed. He swayed along with her.

She was, to be honest, tipsy. He turned her around to face him.

His eyes were hooded, almost to a close and hair tousled. He, like her was lost in the music. She could also tell that he was beyond his drinking limits.

James.

She abruptly buried her head on his shoulder to hide her face and by doing so got a whiff of his scent. In spite of the intense smell of cigarettes and smoke in their environment, he still smelled good.