Thieving Florida

chapter 5

"You said that no one would notice us!" I hissed as Xander and I sprinted away from a party. Xander laughed.

"Most of the time no one does," he said. "It must have been you. You looked so awkward. Definitely didn't fit in with the group."

"Well thanks, I know I'm awkward. No need to remind me," I said. Xander rolled his eyes.

"Not to be insulting. I just meant that you need to fit in more. Dance with a couple of guys, don't be so tense, have a drink, flash someone-"

"Heck no!" I yelled. Xander laughed.

"Just kidding! Jeez!" he said. We stopped running. By some miracle my feet didn't break. I tugged the hem of my dress down since it was starting to ride up.

"So is that it?" I asked.

"Hell no," he said. I glared. "Don't get so worked up, it's just a word. And we'll probably go to about three or four more parties tonight. Don't you worry your virgin little mind, we won't stay long enough to get any action. Well, not that much action," he said, grinning.

"You don't know that I'm a virgin. And I doubt that you aren't one," I said.

"Believe me, I am not a virgin. One girl said I was a sex god," he said.

"Only one?" I said.

"The others said I was the sex god." I rolled my eyes.

"Ew. Well Mr. Sex God, keep your voodoo stuff away from me and in your pants," I said. "And I sincerely hope that you used protection."

"I'm not careless! Well not when it comes to sex," he said. "Anyways, we're at our next stop." I looked at our destination. It was a pretty big house. It has two stories and almost certainly a basement, and the yard was huge, cut evenly and as green as it could get. A white plastic fence that was about seven feet tall surrounded the yard. Like a lot of houses in Destin, the walls were made of cement and painted a cream color, while the roof shutters were semi circles and dark red brown.

"So how do you know where the parties are?" I asked. Xander shrugged.

"I've been around this area for a while. You know which houses have parties and which ones don't. This house tends to have parties at least twice a week. I don't know how they keep the parties so interesting," he said. We made our way to a gate that led to the back yard.

Opening the gate and putting his arm out to the side, Xander said, "After you, Princess."

"Stop calling me princess," I said, glaring.

"Okay, little girl."

I groaned. Stepping through the gate, I straightened my posture slightly. Having confidence was good at a party. Xander followed behind me and shut the gate quietly.

Music was blasting through big speakers that were clear, circular tubes, filled with water that took color of the rainbow lights underneath and bounced to the beat. They were fascinating, also reflecting off of the DJ's outfit, but I didn't stare for too long. Like my party and the previous party, there was an outdoor bar and a bartender. Something that stuck out was the fact that in the middle of all of this, big buff men wearing grass skirts and no shirts were performing that fire show that you typically see on vacation. They twirled wooden batons that were ablaze, and one even swallowed the fire. It was quite the sight to see.

Most people, which were mainly girls in skimpy clothes, were swarming to watch the men, but there were still a lot of people dancing, including myself and Xander. Separately of course.

For a while I had been dancing by myself, sad as it sounds. Xander had gone off with some chick to do who knows what. I really hoped that he wouldn't take too long. Despite the excitement of the fire boys, this DJ wasn't very good and I was starting to get bored.