The List

Chapter Twenty One

Rhett takes my hand and leads me onto the wooden dance floor. With a twirl, he brings me into his chest and starts to glide us around. In a moment as simple and beautiful as this, I can't help but rest my head against his chest. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer against him. We dance for four songs straight, letting the lyrics and the melodies carry us across the dance floor, step by step and spin by spin.

My goal for tonight was to get drunk, but all I can think about is how safe I feel against his chest, how our bodies know what the other wants to do and follow effortlessly, and how the moment that last song ends all I want to do is press my lips against his. My arms wrap around his neck and I lose myself in this kiss. We both pull away as a new song begins, and Rhett leads me off the dance floor.

"Ready for a drink yet?" Rhett asks me.

I nod my head. "What should I get though?"

"Wait here." He says, with a grin. "I know something you'll love."

He walks off to the bar, as I lean against the railing of the dance floor. I watch the different types of people here, wondering what their own stories are. There's a group of girls by the door, watching guys and giggling as they pass them. There's couples on the floor that dance as if they've done this their whole life, while some look like they've only just begun learning how. The current song ends, and a line dance begins. I watch all of the drunk girls come running and squealing onto the dance floor, failing at their attempt to do the dance. I can't help but laugh to myself as the girls fall into each other, and miss some of the steps.

Rhett still hasn't returned, so I glance around the bar searching for him. The line dance ends, and one of the latest top 40 hits comes on. Once again, single girls bombard the floor, shaking and screaming out the lyrics. An arm snakes around my waist, and I'm happy to see Rhett return with a beer and a pitcher with a glow stick in his hand.

"Sorry." He says, putting the drinks on the railing in front of us. "The bar was super fucking crowded."

"Which one's mine? I ask, nodding my head at the drinks.

He smiles and hands me the pitcher. "This is a Kryptonite. It's sweet and has a lot of alcohol, so drink it slowly."

I take a sip from the straw, and let the cool drink fill my mouth. It's sweet, like he said, but refreshing. I can't help but take a few more sips, ignoring his request to drink it slowly.

"What do you think?" He asks, leaning against the rail. "Good, huh?"

I nod my head as I continue chugging the sweet drink. "What's in it?"

Rhett just chuckles. "Too much to list off. What do you think of this, so far?"

"I love the dancing." I admit. "And I love people watching."

Rhett and I laugh as we watch a girl fall face first, trying to keep up with the fast pace music.

"That's definitely the best part."

The song ends and a new country song begins. Rhett takes my hand and leads me into the dance floor once again. As one of his hands holds onto mine, his other arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me closer to his chest. I can't help but sigh happily as we sway across the dance floor.  I can feel the warmth in my face growing, and each step becoming lazier; I'm starting to get a buzz.

After dancing to three songs back to back, Rhett leads me off the dance floor.

"Need another drink?" He asks, nodding his head at my empty pitcher.

I nod my head. "Please."

He smiles, kisses my head, and walks back towards the bar. As he makes his way, I catch the same group of girls I noticed earlier staring at him. One of the girls leaves the group and approaches me. She's beautiful, with her light blonde hair flowing down her back, her eyes shining even in the darkness of the bar, and her dress swaying with each step she takes.