This is my first and probably last oneshot and it's a naughty one. Enjoy!
Amara had had a horrible day at work. She was late to a meeting with the CEO of the company she worked for because her boss had sent her on a coffee run. He wasn't pleased. Then, as she was coming out of the elevator, she tripped over her own foot and ended up with 2 double chocolate frappes, 1 vanilla skinny latte, and a plain black coffee all down the front of her blouse. Thank goodness she had left her blazer at her desk before she left. She was forced to wear her blazer for the rest of the day and the air conditioner had been tempramental for the last 2 weeks. Today happened to be one of the days it didn't want to work, so she was roasting. She was basically ready to go home after only being there for 20 minutes. When she was finally allowed to leave, she let out a sigh of relief and internally celebrated. She was going to go home, shower, and get all dolled up. She was going out tonight and drinking until she forgot everything that had happened today.
As soon as she walked in the door, she took off her pumps and left them beside the door because she wasn't really in the mood to care at the moment. She went straight to her bedroom, stripped out of her clothes, and threw them on her bed. She figured she should probably spray her blouse to try and salvage it, so she went to the laundry room and did so, then laid it on the washer. After she made sure her blouse was saturated enough for her liking, she went to take her shower. She stood under the running water for about 10 minutes, not moving, trying to calm herself. Once she was finished showering, she hopped out and dried off. She threw her hair up in a towel, deciding she would do her hair after she figured out what she was wearing. She decided on a one shoulder black lace dress and black peeptoe pumps. She then decided to just curl her long, dyed dark red hair. She had always wished she was a natural red head instead of mousy brown. She looked so much better with red hair.
After she was finished fussing with her hair, she did her make up. She went for subtle eyes with dark black eyeliner and bright red lips. She was looking to turn heads tonight. Hopefully she would succeed. She finished her makeup, got her dress and shoes on, checked herself over in the mirror once more, then grabbed her 'night out' purse with her keys, ID, and cell in it, and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the club, there weren't that many people there. Of course, it was only 7:30, so the night was still young. She made her way over to the bar as soon as she walked in the door and ordered an Amaretto Sour. She downed it in less than two minutes and ordered another. The bartender looked at her a little funny, but made her another one like she'd asked.
About an hour had passed and she was still sitting at the bar, but drinking water now. After she'd downed her first two drinks, she thought it would be a good idea to pace herself. She didn't want to get sloppy or clingy, so she figured water would be a good thing to drink between shots of vodka. She drank more water than vodka though.
No one had come up to her. No one had offered to buy her a drink. No one had as much as looked at her since she'd been there. She decided she was sick of sitting and waiting for someone to come to her, so she was going to go out and dance. If she saw someone who caught her eye, she would approach him, if he didn't first. As she stood, she wobbled a little and realized she was slightly more intoxicated than she had originally thought. She stood still for a moment, with her hand resting on the back of the barstool and took a deep breath. She let it out and took off toward the dance floor.
There were quite a few more people here now than when she had first walked in. She had to squeeze by a few people to get to the center of the dance floor. That is where all the magic happens, right? Well, Amara thought so. She closed her eyes and started dancing to whatever song was playing. She swayed her hips and ran her hands through her hair, hoping she actually looked as sexy as she felt, and not like she was just some drunken weirdo.
