No Rules

My hips swing back and forth between me and the crowed dance floor. I have worked my way into the middle, right under the flashing lights. The sparkling material I am wearing clings to my body but sways as I dance. Unwelcome beads of sweat form at my forehead and challenge to drip down my overly done makeup. I can feel it slowly making its appearance, forcing me to head to the bathroom. As I look into the mirror I can hear a muffled sound coming from one of the stalls. If I wasn't drunk at the moment I probably would have fixed my makeup and left, but my actions take charge before my brain. I quietly take off my 4 inch high heels and stand on the edge of the toilet seat peering my head over the stall. As soon as I see the sight in front of me I clasp my hands around my mouth trying to hide a booming laugh threatening to surface. Of course I'm too late, and my friend Holly's head is thrown back in horror.

"Kaitie what the hell, Get out of here!" she screams at me. I know the only reason she's so mad is because I caught her giving head to a complete stranger.

I fall to the sink laughing as she repeatedly smacks me with her purse as if I'm some old creepy dude. When she finally stops, I redo my makeup quickly and before she can say another word  bring myself back to the dance floor.

I love the feeling of the music pulsing through my body, completely taking over my mind. All I have to do is close my eyes and let the beat take its course. When I dance I have no worries, no responsibility's, nothing. Just as I slip back into the music, I feel someone behind me dancing along with me, but I don't move away because I refuse to get out of this mood.

After about two songs the man leaves obviously understanding I'm not interested. I don't have a boyfriend, I just don't see why I need one to be happy. Besides, being single is great! You can flirt without feeling guilty, and you feel free, no rules no restrictions. That's how I like it.

Moments after the man leaves I go to sit at an empty table, these "fantastic" heels aren't making my feet feel so fantastic anymore. And the beads on my dress are making me itchy. I feel like im complaining to much so I order another drink to numb my body. The waiter that brings my drink is young and handsome. He has dark curls at the top of his head, but its kind of pushed back. He is tall and wearing a white button up with a back vest and tie, Obviously uniform. He smiles and places the drink on the table beside me. I see him raking my body up and down with his emerald green eyes, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. My blue eyes shift to his and he shy's away from my stair. I smirk, he's shy. This should be good.

"This doesn't have diet pop in it dose it?" I say referring to the drink he has just set down.

"I'm not sure, try it if it is I'll bring it back." he rushes the words and I can tell he's nervous. But I also notice he has a British accent. He is now a thousand times sexier. I slowly bring the glass to my lips keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He watches me intently and his tongue  darts out to wet his lips. I place the cup back down and let the taste settle on my tongue, eyes still fixed on his.

"Oh no." I sigh

"It's diet? OK I will bring it right back." He says slowly still looking into my eyes. He begins to take the cup back, but I laugh causing him to pull back.

"No it's not diet." I smile

"Then why did you say oh no?" his deep British voice is making my hormones go crazy. I want him, but I'm not sure how easy this is going to be.

"I said that because now that the order is right I probably wont see you until next time I come to this club. And who knows when that will be." I pout and wait for his response.

"well I have a break in a few minuets. would you be willing to wait until then?" he asks, but there is more of a pleading look in his eyes. He's not getting of that easy, I want to see him work for this. But I am also afraid that by the time he is finished I wont be as interested.