She looked so good. Tamara's hip bones jutted out from a maxi (skirt). A flash of hot skin that peaked out occasionally as she swayed her hips to the music. A juxtaposition to a dark wash tank that featured the band currently onstage and that exposed her toned arms.
On the underside of her right arm I could see a rather large mulberry tinted birthmark. If you squinted it almost resembled Norway in shape.
We were in Auroras, a place eternally engulfed in a pinkish haze. It smelled of failed cologne, mixed with the odor of head banging adolescents. It was a nightclub. Where all the local indie and rock bands played; and where occasionally a famous home-grown band would pass by.
I stood in the corner rather stupidly. Not that I wasn't having fun, I was , but I was just too busy admiring Tamara's dancing to care about what act was on stage.
...
As a slower song came on Tamara unexpectedly pulled me in. Through the dim light I could just make out her eyes.
She pulled out a glinting piece of metal
The light of it reflected off her cheekbones.
She handed it to me.
I refused.
She handed it to me again, it was a flask.
I thought of all the times my parents told me not to be peer pressured.
"Come on!" She shoved me impatiently
Screw it, I thought.
I took a long swig.
...
It tastes like iced tea.
She laughed, "You looked so scared crumpet, priceless."
"Well I had no idea what was in that flask " I said rather stupidly.
"You're always safe with me"
I felt my chest grow warm, but it was not from the "placebo alcohol".
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Teen FictionLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
