Chapter one-Dance

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“Excuse me,” a handsome man calls in my ear, “care to dance?”

I dropped my hands to my sides and raise an eye brow. He is what? 5’9?

“Back off, loser,” I blink away the image of his face and merge back into the crowd. The club is packed tonight; and I so needed a hit.

I let the sweat of bodies stick to my bare legs and arms as I danced to the music. I spot an annoying guy in my peripheral vision, the same guy who asked me to dance.

The fact that he wasn’t dancing, and instead staring at me like a creep, annoyed me.

I growl and stomp to the bar to take a few shots. There is barely any room to sit with the dancing crowd overflowing to the counter.

I gulp down shots until my legs turn wobbly and shoot off back to the dancing.

“There, there, girl,” a stupid man with a 9 O’clock shadow catches me as I fall.

The stupid prick, I wanted to fall. I wanted the bodies to carry me away into the sea of people. I wanted to disappear.

“Get off of me, you freak,” I slur as I peer closer at him.

“Oh no you don’t, you are going to get killed or something,” he ushers me to the exit.

The reason I prefer jelly legs when dancing is because I can allow the crowd to lead me in a dance. The downside, is that I am easily taken away from my dreams.

We slam out the back door and I am assaulted by the cool night air and a quiet atmosphere. Stupid dress, might as well strip it off now; it’s totally pointless anyways.

The metal door slams shut behind us.

“Nasty,” I grimace at the sight of the garbage bens. “If you want to have sex, it will be so much better in the crowd, than out here,” I stumble over to the entrance.

“Oh no you don’t,” his arms snake around my waist and I feel the slightest transmission of tingles shudder through my body.
I am not to be man handled. I may be drunk, but I am a force to be reckon with—at least when I’m sober. Something as weak as a drink will not hinder my ability to struggle. My feet sweep from under me as he slams my back to his chest while I flail around.

I growl in frustration and attempt to twist from his grip. In a second flat I am turned to face the stranger and slammed against the disgusting brick wall with my arms pinned haphazardly.

I go to knee him in his groin—which probably wouldn’t have much effect anyways-but he thrusts forwards and holds my hips in place with his own.
My chin clenches and I glare into the man’s eyes. Given he is handsome, but I don’t throw myself around like that. I may have implied that I would get down with him on the dance floor, but that is not how I roll. I was just forming a distraction.

This is adult-napping.

“No it isn’t,” he grumbles to me.

“What?” I ask him. What a weirdo, he talks to himself. “Stop talking to yourself, you weirdo; and go get friends,” I snap.

Honestly my wit is not entirely intact, but I wouldn’t give up my fight.

“Will you calm down, I am trying to help you,” he sighs. His breath smells of mint, and he smelt…clean? Not someone who throws down shots one after the other, like me.

“Oh really?” I indulge his reasoning. I notice his lips leveled with my nose. My heels scrapped against the wall and I pressed into him with a slight smile. My eyes flicker to his delicious looking mouth and back to his eyes. Daring him to go further.

“You know,” I confess, “you are kind of cute.” I was honest too. His high cheekbones, his adams apple, and his height; even his warm eyes and dark hair screamed “caring man.” He had spunk to step out of his comfort zone for me.

All to get laid.

Men are so dumb sometimes.

“You obviously are too drunk,” the man whispers as he eyes my full lips.

I lick them with the tip of my tongue to find where they were. I laugh again at the realization that I have body parts. How stupid of me. I could feel my wrists held between the man’s strong hands, too.

“But,” I let my sentence hang and twist out of his hold, only to jab him a few times in the stomach. Enough for him to bend down under my level and groan in pain. “Stay out of my way,” I finish.

I give the slightest shove with my polished nails and he plummets to the ground.

He reminds me of an octopus. I giggle at the thought and enter the club. “I’ll get back to you,” I tease before the door slams behind me.

I don’t really know what I was saying. Things were just fun to say at that moment.  

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Authors note:

Obviously some of her descriptions sound incorrect, or contradictory. Remember, this is from HER point of view; and she is a tad tipsy. Barely though. Trust me, this character is insane.

 

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