Trevor wrapped up the night's activities, making sure to thank the bar patrons for their support in what was sure to be a regular addition to the bar's weekly schedule. He sat in the seat next to Brea. "Hey girl."
Brea giggled and nearly fell off her stool. "Heeey Trev."
"Whoah. Easy there. How much have you had to drink?"
"Just a beer and a couple of shots."
"You're a lightweight."
"Yep, but I feel good." She slid to her feet. "Dance with me!" She swayed her hips to the bass of the song currently playing.
Trevor let her take his hand and pull him onto the dance floor. He was quickly entranced by her movements. "I didn't know you could move like this Brea."
She turned her back towards him and placed his hand on her hip. "You don't know a lot of stuff about me." She continued to sway with the beat. "C'mon Trev! Dance!" She commanded.
Trevor held onto her hip, grinding his own hips in time with hers. The song came to an end, snapping Trevor from his trance. "Brea, I should take you home now."
"Yes, you should." She grinned, taking his hand and fleeing the bar.
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Looking Beyond
Chick-LitBrea and her best friend Savannah are navigating their way through their respective emotional baggage in hopes of finding the one relationship that surpasses all others. Can they look beyond their own ideals to find it?
