Surf, Skye and a dream (Bondi Rescue)

Encounter

'SHOTS SHOTS!' I yelled at the top of my voice to the boys. We'd moved on to a club by this time and I was having the time of my life, despite usually hating them. The laughter was flowing almost as freely as the cocktails, both of which were going down a treat.

A tray of shot glasses appeared on the table, filled to the brim with brightly coloured alcohol. I grabbed one and tipped it to my lips, grimacing as the harsh liquid splashed down my throat. A chorus of shouts echoed around me as the boys did the same. I put down my shot glass momentously and headed- or should I say staggered- over to the dance floor to join the mass of people.

The music thumped out with familiar club beats and I started to dance freely. Now, for a person who had taken dance lessons their whole life you'd have thought I'd be great on the dance floor but in reality I sucked. I attempted to bob along to the music  in a half decent way when I felt someone behind me. I laughed and whirled round, thinking it was jesse come to take the piss out of my dance moves. But, as my head turned, I realised it wasn't Jesse at all.
'Hey beautiful' slurred a tall, muscular man, 'wanna dance?'
I instantly flinched away as his hand reached out to my shoulder. An odour of alcohol hung on his breath and he swayed slightly from side to side. Panicked, I looked around for any of the lifeguards to notice but they were nowhere to be seen amongst the crowd.
'Uhhh, no. I'm good' I stuttered, fear creeping into my voice.
'Oh no you're not good. You're more than good. You're hot....' Whispered the man. He pulled me to him all of a sudden, grinding himself against me.
'I REALLY have to to go' I said trying to muster up all the courage I had, 'my cab is coming soon'. At this, he held me tighter. I could feel his nails digging in to my shoulders as he leaned his head in closer.
'We can go together. Go back to yours. Have some fun' he whispered in my ear.

My heart thumped faster. This was not how my night was supposed to end, not how Australia was supposed to be for me. I did not want to end up a victim.

Just as I attempted to wriggle from his grip, I felt someone else come behind me. My stomach flipped, thinking that maybe the drunk man had a mate with the same intentions.
'Skye, you ok?' I heard the familiar voice of Jesse break my panic. The drunk man instantly let go as he met his gaze. I felt jesse's hand brush mine and I grabbed it tightly. He pulled me off the dance floor quickly and we escaped out of the door.