In Another Life

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I took a few swallows of my drink, felt that familiar burn in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long while, and picked up my phone to check out Instagram and Twitter. Brennen had posted a story a short while ago, so I clicked his profile pic with the red circle around it. Sam, Colby, and Jake came into view pressed against their hotel room wall, moaning as loudly as they could, while Brennen giggled like a little girl. The phone panned to Tara, who was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her face. You could vividly hear our own moans and laughter coming through on the video as well. "Boys do it better!" Brennen said, sticking out his tongue and throwing up a peace sign before the story ended. "Well shit," I said, laughing as I held the phone out so the other girls could see the story. "I guess we know what was going on, on the other side of the wall now." "He's right though. They guys definitely won that," Denise said, taking a sip of her drink. The table next to us let out more boisterous laughter, drowning out whatever Kenzie was saying. "It's already loud in here, but damn. COULD YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN?" Sarah yelled over to the other table. "Sarah! Stop! It's a bar, people are gonna be loud and drunk. Chill!" I exclaimed, a little embarrassed by her outburst. "Fuck T, we are sitting right next to each other and can't hear because of those assholes. They don't have to be that damn loud." I knew she had a point but still. I don't like confrontation, especially in a bar with drunken idiots. I knew how badly the situation could get. Then a head popped up over the barrier. A dark haired, tan guy, late 20's probably, sporting a goatee. Not bad looking, just average. "Are you talking to us sweetheart?" He drawled out, sounding like he was definitely from the South. Sarah glared at him, and set her glass down. "Yeah, I am. Also, not your sweetheart Billy Bob. Now, if you guys could quiet down just a little where we could hear the music that's literally blaring through the speakers, that'd be great. Thanks!" She twiddled her fingers at him, and picked her drink back up, looking away. He looked a little shocked, but smiled and lowered his head back behind the barrier. "Sarah, oh my God," I laughed. "You fucking called him Billy Bob," Denise said. "I almost choked on my drink." "Jesus Christ, you are my idol," Kenzie said in amazement, looking at Sarah with wide eyes. She just shrugged it off. "Whatever, they needed to shut the fuck up. No one else is that loud and we're in a damn bar, or nightclub. Whatever this place is. Everyone is loud as fuck, but not like that. That was inconsiderate and rude." "So you think you wanna teach me a lesson in etiquette then?" Billy Bob himself, had somehow came to stand in front of our table without us even realizing. Sarah sighed, and pushed her hair back from her face, before leaning forwards on the table, propping her elbows up. She smiled at him coyly. "You know what I really want?" He raised his eyebrows invitingly, thinking that she was flirting back with him. His friends, a few more big guys dressed in flannel and white tshirts with jeans, had stood up, gathering behind him. "What's that sweetheart? I'll give you whatever you want," he replied, leaning down on our table, closer to us. "That's good to know," she replied sweetly. "Because what I really want...is for you to FUCK OFF. I wasn't flirting with you dumb ass. I was telling you to shut the fuck up. How did you hear an invitation to come to my table in that?" He chuckled, and gave her a half smile. He staggered a little when he raised back up. He was drunk. "No reason to be a bitch. I'm just trying to get to know you. Why don't you come dance with me? I'll make it up to you. I promise we'll be quiet the rest of the night. Just one dance. Come on." She eyed him for a minute, and pursed her lips. "Fine. One dance. Just because I want to get out there anyways, and I really want you to shut up." Kenzie stood so that she could slide out of the booth. My mouth was hanging open slightly, my mind wondering what in the fuck had just happened. Sarah turned to face us when she reached the other side of the table. "You guys coming to dance? He's got plenty of friends apparently, and there isn't anyone else approaching us." "Why the fuck not?" Denise said, pushing against me to get up. I stood and let her out, following behind her. Kenzie came up beside me, both of us still in amazement. We followed all of  them out onto the dance floor and just went with it. There were four of us, but six of them, so I don't even know who I was dancing with. We were all kind of just out there, in a group. For a while, it was fine. Fun even. I wasn't interested in any of the guys as anything more than dance partners, and they seemed to accept that...at first. The more we danced, the lower the hands tried to drop, or the closer they got up against my ass. I kept moving away, but it always happened again, with one guy in particular. Mid to late 20's, close cut blonde hair, bushy beard, skinny build, but pretty damn strong. I found that out when I tried to move his hand off of my upper thigh and it wouldn't budge. I tried to twist out of his grasp, but he caught me around my waist. "Let me go," I spat out, grinding my teeth. "Aw come on baby, you know you want it. We're just having fun." His hand traveled around to my ass, squeezing roughly, making me jerk in his arms. I looked around for my friends, and spotted them a good few feet away still dancing.