Chris Hunter

Mikayla'a POV

I tugged my leather jacket onto me as I walked down the dirty alley. I reached the door and pulled it open with ease. It looked the same inside as it always did. Girls were wearing the smallest and skimpiest of clothing with their faces smothered in what seems of pounds of makeup. Their asses were up against every available man's cock, grinding like there was no tomorrow.

The bartender was standing on the counter while drunk sluts groped him and peeled the clothing off his body. Others were taking shots, and shots until they finally passed out right on the floor. Then, someone else would push their body aside and take their spot.

In the corner booths, couples were sucking face and feeling each other up as much as they possibly could. The lights were very dim but it was easy to tell everything that was going on. Upstairs, the DJ, also known as my twin brother Todd, was blaring Miley Cyrus's "We Can't Stop." And then there was me.

I stood in the doorway, in my 5'5 frame. My curly brown hair cascaded down the side of my shoulder. Under my jacket, I was wearing a pencil skirt that stopped mid thigh and a sparkly gold tank top. To top it off, I was sporting sparkly 6 inch heels.

I pushed my way through the sea of sweaty bodies and headed to the stairs, which unfortunately were on the other side of the club.

"Excuse me.." I muttered, pushing passed a guy that was trying to dance with me. I finally reached the stairs and slowly walked up, attempting not to trip over my heels. At the top of the stairs a door awaited me. I nervously turned the knob and made my way into the room.

"Hey sis." Todd said with his back to me. He spun a track and did not even look up. I made my way over to him and stood beside him, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Hey." I let out a breath and he turned to look at me. "Um... There's.. uh... something... I... uh, need to tell you." I stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow and let the track play. He crossed his arms and waited for me to continue. "Go for it."

"Um... Well..." I began.

"Come on, sis. We haven't got all day." He said impatiently.

"I got fired today." I whispered. Todd's face fell and he didn't say anything for a moment. He took a deep breathe and rubbed his hands together.

"Mikayla, we need the money. The money from this DJ gig is just beginning to pay off the house bills. We're almost done paying them off." He paused and inhaled deeply. "Mikayla, you need to start looking for another job so we can finally be debt free, okay?" He asked calmly.

I spread my arms and hugged my brother, resting my head on his shoulder. He hugged my back right away, as he always did when I needed comfort. "Okay. I'm sorry I was so caught up in my morning shift that I was late to my afternoon shift." I explained. "I'll go job hunting tomorrow."

Todd and I both let out a sigh. "Look, let's not worry about this tonight. Right now, I want you to go downstairs and have some fun, alright? Get drunk and dance or something, I don't care. But just give yourself a break. You need it, you've been working too damn hard for too damn long now." I nodded and muttered a thanks to my brother.

I peeled my jacket off my body and left it on one of the sofas in the room. I winked at my brother before walking back downstairs. I pushed my way through the sweaty crowd and sat down in an empty barstool.

"What can I get for you?" A bartender asked me with a sexy smirk.

"Three tequila shots." I answered. He grinned and placed three shot glasses on the counter infront of me. I wasted no time grabbing the first glass and downing it quickly. As I slammed the glass back on the counter, I could feel the alcohol starting to take its effect on me. I smiled knowing that I would be able to forget the events of the day right now. I held the second shot glass to my lips and tilted my head back letting the liquid rush down my throat.

My head shot up and suddenly I was dizzy. I glanced at the last shot and swallowed it before I had a chance to decide against it.

The drink burned my throat but I felt energized, and free. As if nothing was stopping me. I stood up and ran into the crowd of dancing bodies.

Some remix of 'We own the night' by The Wanted was blaring. I stopped in the middle of the dance floor and let loose. I danced like I never had before. I flicked my hair back behind me and twirled my hips like crazy. A small circle started to form around me and someone placed two drinks in my hand. I downed the quickly and chucked the glasses onto the floor causing everyone to cheer.

I continued dancing until I felt two hands curl around my waist. I turned around and tried to make out who was holding me, but my vision was a little blurry.

"Keep dancing, babe." A deep, sexy voice whispered into my ear. I did I was told and it was not long after that he started grinding me. And he was damn good at it, too.

We continued until the mystery man excused himself to use the bathroom. I took that as the opportunity to get more drinks.

I stumbled my way to the bar and asked the bartender to pour me another round of shots. I downed every single one before I found myself being whisked away.