Sparks and SodaPop

wild things

Loud.
This party was really loud. This was the only thought that hammered in my brain seeing as I was severely intoxicated.
After being introduced to nearly more than half the people at the party due to Cherry and her friends annoying popularity, I was then ushered a lot of alcohol. There was no shortage of them here nor was there anyone stopping me.

I was currently dancing with Marcia as Cherry was off in a corner making out with her boyfriend. Elvis was on and I was on fire.
"Come on ladies, why don't ya give us a show?" Buck said.
Grinning lazily, I looked to Marcia as she dragged us up on top the bar which was wiped clean by eager guys. Taking off my denim jacket I threw it at a random kid as I slowly danced with Marcia.

I could hear cheers and whoops as we both danced rather sultry on each other. My fuzzy brain could make out a few people saying, "Look greasers showed up." I knew somewhere in my subconscious that that was the very people that Bob and Cherry warned me about but all inhibitions flew out the window the more alcohol I downed. So I continued dancing without a care in the world, even though sober me would have been halfway out the door.

One more song played until Cherry saw us, the less drunk of all 5 of us, came to try and talk us off the bar.
"Girls, c'mon let's go." Grinning, I stopped dancing and plopped my butt on top of the counter as Marcia was pulled down by Randy.
Pushing out my bottom lip, I pouted. "Aw Cher! C'mon."
"Yeah, C'mon let Leila do her thing. You were on fire up there darlin.'" One boy said. Squinting slightly I could see his remarkable amber eyes and dark curled hair that was slicked back. He seemed young, too young to be at a party like this. Let alone see me dance on the bar top which was not at all PG.

He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, leaning slightly on him I realized that I didn't even know him. Let alone know how the hell he knew my name but I had met a lot of people that night and my disoriented mind could barely make out the time on the clock, let alone another face in a crowd.
"James." She said, narrowing her eyes. Hiccuping I looked at him, "Nice to meet ya James. Although, you look way to young to have seen my little show up there." Chuckling, he looked down at me, "Don't worry darlin' I won't say anything if you don't."

"Now who ya got there James?" A voice rung out.

Upon noticing who he was, Cherry turned to me, grabbing my arm in a haste.
"Okay, now we really gotta go."

"Aw doll, don't be like that." He was a boy around my age, 18, and he looked as though he was all trouble. He sported a leather jacket along with messy brown hair and piercing, cold eyes.
He looked like the type of boy that my mother would walk across the street to avoid.

The way he came over here with loud confidence intrigued me. Well, intrigued me enough to open my mouth. 'Till this day I don't know if that was a good decision or not.

"I'm Leila." I said, smiling and looking up at him.
"Mmm. I loved the show, haven't seen you around before either." He had a New York accent, one that stood out seeing as he didn't have that country accent that everyone else in this town seemed to carry.

"Glad you enjoyed the show, I would do an encore but it seems I've got somewhere to be." I escaped from James grasp and hopped off the counter, letting Cherry who sneered at the NY boy, pull me in the opposite direction.

Giggling I said, "Who's that?"
Once a safe distance away from James and the mystery boy she stopped and grabbed a couple of pop, one she handed to me.