Strings

d a n c e

The floor of the club was thumping from the heavy bass of the music. It was hot and sweaty as we pushed our way through the crowds of people. The bar was now in view of us as I shoved ahead of the group, I had never been a fan of large crowds. My eyes were still having to adjust from the contras of the darkness outside to the multicolored flashing lights on the dance floor. I squeezed my way past the last few dancing sweaty bodies that were pressing and rubbing up against me.

"Two tequila shots please!" I had to yell over the music at the bartender. We had pregammed a bit at our gig so I was already a bit tipsy.

The Akira and Miller had dispersed amongst the dance floor both in hopes of finding a girl to take fuck. Gabe was sitting down in the lounge with his girlfriend. It seemed that Tate had probably wandered off with some random bitch from the club since I couldn't see from the bar.

"Going straight for the shots, are we now?" Tate slid next to me at the bar with a coy look on her face.

I could tell she had already been drinking by the cocky look on her face and the fact that she was even talking to me.

"Yes, and why the fuck do you care?"

"Hmm, two more tequila shots over here," Tate motioned to the waiter. "Where's your little boyfriend?"

"He had to get home since he has to work tomorrow morning," I mumbled as the waiter brought over our shots, "where's the blonde bitch from earlier?"

It came out a little harsher than I had intended and I didn't know why I was so worked up over seeing Tate with that girl.

It seemed Tate was just as shocked as me, "Oh jealous are we?"

"No!" I scoffed.

I downed my shots quickly to give myself something to do. Tate handed me one of the lime slices and I accepted it gratefully as I popped it into my mouth and sucked its sour juice. Tate's eyes were fixated on my mouth and I was now very aware as to how I must look sucking on the lime.

"I thought you were straight?" Tate mused while tipping her head back to down both her shots without a reaction.

She peered at me over the rim of the glass intensely, making the familiar shiver go up the spine, before placing the glass back down.

"I am straight."

"Hm. Sure doesn't seem like it." She turned her head to the bar and threw up her fingers to signal that we wanted more shots. "You didn't seem to care that your boyfriend flacked on hanging out with us tonight."

"I-" It hadn't even crossed my mind that I should be upset that he last minute decided not to come to the club with us. I gulped down a new shot that had magically appeared, thanks to Tate, and tried to come up with an excuse, "just because we kissed once and I enjoyed it doesn't mean I'm like you!"

The word flew out of my mouth before I could catch myself. My brain was being affected by the four shots I had taken.

"Oh, so you did enjoy it?" Tate now had a mischievous smirk on her face as she turned to face me fully. "Because I was under the impression that you were straight and never wanted to talk to me again."

"But I am strai-" I protested but quickly interrupted.

"Straight girls don't kiss other girls like that."

"Look ok I don't know. I don't know what I am or what we are but I have a boyfriend and I'm very happy with him" The alcohol had now taken its full effect and I was slurring my words a bit.

"Hey look I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything so I understand," Tate said and I knew that she was telling the truth.

"Can we go back to being friends like we were before we, you know."

"Yeah, yeah of course." She could hold her alcohol better than me but I could still tell it was affecting her. "Care to join me on the dance floor? Friend."

Nodding quickly I felt my her take my hand and drag me onto the crowded dance floor. The floor vibrated below us and we were tangled in the mess of sweaty intoixacted bodies. The lack of space caused for me to be pressed up directly in front of Tate, I was facing away from her with my back pressed directly to her front. The alcohol still clouding my judgement I began moving my body sensually to the music, rubbing on Tate's body. She was slightly drunk and cleary not thinking straight as I felt her hands tentatively rest on my hips and begin to guide the swaying of them to grind against her. My breath hitched as we continued to move in perfect synch, her hands trailing up and down my ribs. We danced for what felt like forever, forgetting about the conversation earlier, and not saying a word. It felt so good to finally let go and let her stong hands guide me to the music, like I was releasing the day's stress. I was now very drunk from the shots and pre gaming, without thinking I turned to face Tate and wrapped my arms around her neck, I was the perfect height in my heels since Tate was much taller than me.

"What are you doing there?" A smile teased her lips. Although seeming startled by my gesture she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me within inches of her face.

"I just, I just. I'm confused." I slurred with my eyes peering into hers.

"Confused?"

"Confused about us. You, me. It's just confusing." The dance floor had begun to filter out now that it was 3am. The two of us stayed interlocked swaying to the music wich had also begun to slow down.

"Because you're straight." She had a serious look on her face as she said this, brining one hand to cup the underside of my chin.

"Yeah something like that." I couldn't make eye contact with her. "I don't know how to feel because I like how it feels with you but I don't want to like it."

"Let's get you home," her voice dripped with concern as she started to lead me to the exit, "you're very drunk."

"No-no! I'm fine!" I persisted.

"Common I texted the boys that we're Ubering home."

"Ok." I pouted, jutting out my lower lip and making puppy dog eyes up at her.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Whyyyyy." I whined and grabbed the collar of her shirt to bring her closer.

"Because it's cute." She stated coldly, still avoiding eye contact. "And I hate that I find it cute."

"You think I'm cute?" It was practically a whisper and our lips were just inches apart, our breath meeting in the middle.

"Of course I think you're cute." She quickly changed the topic and pulled away from me. "Our Uber's here, get in the car Vi."