You & I Both.

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The club was blistering with people. Bodies were slick with sweat, moving wildly, and grinding provocatively. The music blasted throughout the speakers, thumping with each beat coming louder and stronger as the songs progressed. I was pushing past the overly large crowd when I felt hands brush my bare skin. They were grabbing me from very which way encouraging me to join in fun. Yet still I ignored them trudging my way unsteadily towards the bar where I had last seen Astrid. The Bloc Party’s Banquet pulsed through my veins mixing with heady beats thrown in by the DJ of the night. I felt myself being pulled backwards away from where I had wanted to go.
Everything seemed to be moving so quickly around me as I was pressed against someone’s chest. Slowly I felt their hands glide down my arms towards my hips their body swaying against mine, moving me as they moved with the beat. I wasn’t drunk enough yet to dance with a complete stranger, forcefully I pulled myself out of their hold on me. The person then grabbed my left hand, pulling me back towards them.
He was gangly with a baby face, he looked like he couldn’t even grow a beard. I waited till he bent down to get closer to my petite frame. Once my face was close enough to speak directly into his rather large ear, I told him curtly to never touch me again and then proceeded to knee him just off the side of his groin to get my point across. I hadn’t been having the greatest night and unfortunately he was the unlucky one to get the blunt end of my anger.
I pushed harder through the throng of bodies. Elbowing and squeezing my way threw, I had finally gotten to the bar. But as usual Astrid was no where in sight. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. This was suppose to be like a welcome home party that somehow Astrid, my eccentric cousin and flatmate; decided that it would be even better to go to a club. I had just recently moved back into the city, after living with my father in Harlow for the past year. I gave into her desires and agreed to go.
I wasn’t much of club goer, I preferred going to concerts or staying home. I languidly sank down onto the empty stool in front of me. I glanced around the room trying to pick out Astrid’s dark hair streaked with red but it seemed it was a local trend, that left two out of every five girls to with the same style. I really hated crowds. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned back around to face the bar. The man was grinning at me, his pearly whites gleaming against his lightly tanned skin. He was cute for a bartender and I couldn’t help but smile back .
“And what can I get this lovely lady, what about a Bahama mama?” I rolled my eyes at him, that was way to cheesy. Leaning across the bar, well aware of the view I was giving him I put my left hand behind his head pulling him closer to me. I pressed my cheek against his, I felt him take a slow breath.
“Or how about you get me one shot of absinthe and three shots of straight vodka?” I heard his deep chuckle over the music which was surprising as I sat back down on the stool. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he milled about getting what I asked for. His muscles bunched sinfully under the carmine coloured shirt he wore. I absently wondered how far his tan went and if his skin was as smooth as it looked. Oh lord when did I become such a horny bugger? It was when I started to mentally berate myself before my thoughts went any deeper, that I felt someone place their hands on my shoulders.
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