Portion (Ongoing)

party part 2

I was now on the dance floor; the wine was boosting my adrenaline.

Bell and I were bobbing our hips to the beat of the music. One of my favorite songs were playing.

That's what you get everyday,
   When you're f'in with me.
       F'in with me.

Tank's lyrics flowed as my body cascaded like a river going upstream. Too busy dancing, I blocked out my surroundings. Enough to not notice big hands surround my waist. I kept dancing until I felt myself bump against what felt like a hard walk behind me.

When I turned around, I saw those familiar pair of emerald eyes.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hey Nat." My words slurred together.

Nathan held a concern look on his face. "Are you drunk Adonis?"

"Noooope."

"I think you are. How much did you drink?" He asked as his eyebrows perked up.

I pinched together my index finger smd thumb. "This many." I giggled.

In return, got a sigh. "I think you should ease up on the drinks. You should be careful." His eyes held sincerity.

"You don't have to woory."

I had got an look of what he was wearing.

Nathan sported an all black tux, his hair pulled back into a low man bun with the occasional golden stray hairs fleeing out. He reminded me of the Men in Black.

He pulled it off great.

"You're staring.", Bell leaned over and whispered in my ear. She went back to dancing with the dude she had scooped up a while ago.

Get it together bitch.

"But never mind that. Who are you supposed to be?"

He brushed off his shoulders and smirked. "Oh me? I'm the Men in Black and I see your seventies get up. I like it, especially your hair." He pointed towards it.

At least he's smart enough to not touch it. I just hate when people treat African American hair like it's an zoo exhibit. 

"Thanks and you look handsome. How about I give you that dance you wanted." I boldly wrapped his hands around my waist as I placed my backside against his front. A fast beat song was playing, and I decided to let my hips do the talking. I didn't think he would catch up with the beat, yet surprisingly he did and started to grind on me.

I gasped.

And I could hear his inaudible grunt.

We got lost into each other.

Once that song was done, a slow song came on. Chris Brown played through out the speakers.

The hosts have some diverse taste.

Everyone started to dance with another. Nathan pulled me closer, and I let the wine dance for me. My arms wrapped around his neck, and he bent his head down to rest in the crook of my neck. I could feel his cool breath as his husky voice said, "This is nice. I could get used to this."

"I bet you could."

He pulled his head back up, looking into my eyes. "Then let me. Will you go on a date with me?" Biting his bottom lip, he awaited my answer.

Isn't it too soon?

"Isn't it too soon, lover boy." I giggled as my words slurred. "I don't really know you."

"Now isn't that the point of a date? To get to know each other. C'mon, I'm not a bad guy." He grinned, motioning at himself.

"That's usually what serial killers say."I jokes. I saw his face with all seriousness. "You know what, why not? Besides if you try anything, I could always get my taser and light up your balls." I joked again. 

He scratched his neck and laughed nervously. "You're a weird one. But I like that. How about next Saturday at seven thirty?"

"It's a date." I smiled at the brightness in his eyes. 

"Now about that taser...."

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I had let the night taken over me. Bell, Nat, and I clanked our drinks together. I danced. I drunk some more. I won games of beer pong. I was having fun.

Drunk me had at last taken over.

Then I blacked out.

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Xavier

Those damn kids.

I had to stay over time tonight to finish grading my other classes' work. But I had forgot one thing.

That dumbass beginning of the year party was tonight at one of the sorority houses.

I could hear the music all the way from my office.

Running my hands through my dark strands, I take a sip of my bourbon. I should get home. I don't want Beatrice to be up my ass. Packing up all my papers, I tidy up my desk and throw my bottle away. I lock up and exit the building, where when I walk along the sidewalk hearing:

Every time I lick it, you be losing it,

These young boys didn't know what to do with it.

You got it all over my face, I love the way that it taste...

That's not a appropriate song to listen to out loud in my opinion.

Finally making it to my black maybach, I sit my things in the passenger side and get in. I could see the sorority house through my window. Blinding lights and loud music. Typical.

A student runs by my car butt naked so fast before I can realize I have been scarred for life.

Of course its Louis.

That's all I can take for tonight.

An idea pops into my head as I drum a beat on my dashboard.

Hmm. Wonder what would happen if someone was to alert the security they were a little too loud.

I smirked.

They'll have a good night all right.