been able to walk right in without even a second glance from the bouncer. Our plan had worked. None of us had been carded, and we walked quickly to the bar to get some drinks. Felicity, who was the one who had told us about the bar, ordered us our first round of drinks. Scotch on the rocks. It had tasted awful, and I thought my stomach was on fire as it burned slightly. “That’s just to get us buzzed faster,” she’d grinned before ordering a round of Sex on the Beach. “These will taste better, girls.” And she had been right. I guzzled two cups down within half an hour, not thinking anything of it, as they hadn’t tasted alcoholic at all. We were all just standing around when the DJ started playing some old Madonna songs, and Meg grabbed my hand and we ran to the dance floor, giggling. The other girls followed quickly and we had danced around as if we thought we were on Dancing With The Stars .
We danced all night and even though different guys came up to us, we turned them down. That wasn’t a night for us to look for guys, but a night for us to bond with each other. It was the first of many memories we were going to make together. We stumbled out of the bar at about 1 a.m. I remember that Meg and Felicity went to go and look for a cab while the other girls went to the bathroom. I stood there waiting outside the club and leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and sick. The evening air had been cool, and I shivered in my lack of clothing.
“Are you okay?” The voice was deep and husky, and I remembered feeling comforted even though I hadn’t been able to look up.
“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” The voice was closer this time and I felt warm hands on my shoulders as he forced me to look up at him.
“I’m fine.” I giggled and looked up at him through my fake eyelashes. “Just waiting on my friends.”
“You’re drunk.” He frowned and looked around. “It looks like your friends have left you.”
“No, they’re in the toilet.” I pointed towards Doug’s. “I’m just waiting on them to come out.
“I see.” He stared down at me and there was concern in his blue eyes. “I’ll wait with you.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at him and then started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” He frowned as he looked at me and I pointed at his face. “My face is funny?” He gave me a wry smile and I shook my head.
“You look like Clark Gable.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.” I grinned at him. “You’re handsome.”
“Why , thank you.” He looked at his watch, then back at me. “We will give your friends a few minutes then see about getting you home.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and giggled. He was handsome and I was enjoying flirting with him. His blue eyes were bright and had a wise look ; his hair was jet-black and it contrasted well with his olive skin. He was tall and muscular and smelled like some expensive cologne I didn’t know the name of. It certainly wasn’t the same cologne my dad used, or any of my high school boyfriends.
“No , dear.” He shook his head. “I don’t take advantage of young women.”
“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.” I licked my lips slowly. I’d read an article in Cosmopolitan that said the way to seduce a guy was to show him your tongue. “I’m 22, I make my own decisions ,” I lied easily.
“Well, maybe we can go out when you’re sober and if you still want me to seduce you then, I’ll see what I can do.” He put his arm around me and his fingers felt like heaven against my skin. “You’re cold. Why don’t you have a coat?”
“I didn’t realize how cold it would get.”
“You girls these days don’t know how to take care of yourself.” He looked at me disapprovingly , and I wondered how old he was. He definitely wasn’t a college student like me, there was no boyish look to him. He was all man, and 100% hunk at that.
“I don’t feel good.” All of a sudden my head felt
We danced all night and even though different guys came up to us, we turned them down. That wasn’t a night for us to look for guys, but a night for us to bond with each other. It was the first of many memories we were going to make together. We stumbled out of the bar at about 1 a.m. I remember that Meg and Felicity went to go and look for a cab while the other girls went to the bathroom. I stood there waiting outside the club and leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and sick. The evening air had been cool, and I shivered in my lack of clothing.
“Are you okay?” The voice was deep and husky, and I remembered feeling comforted even though I hadn’t been able to look up.
“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” The voice was closer this time and I felt warm hands on my shoulders as he forced me to look up at him.
“I’m fine.” I giggled and looked up at him through my fake eyelashes. “Just waiting on my friends.”
“You’re drunk.” He frowned and looked around. “It looks like your friends have left you.”
“No, they’re in the toilet.” I pointed towards Doug’s. “I’m just waiting on them to come out.
“I see.” He stared down at me and there was concern in his blue eyes. “I’ll wait with you.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at him and then started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” He frowned as he looked at me and I pointed at his face. “My face is funny?” He gave me a wry smile and I shook my head.
“You look like Clark Gable.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.” I grinned at him. “You’re handsome.”
“Why , thank you.” He looked at his watch, then back at me. “We will give your friends a few minutes then see about getting you home.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and giggled. He was handsome and I was enjoying flirting with him. His blue eyes were bright and had a wise look ; his hair was jet-black and it contrasted well with his olive skin. He was tall and muscular and smelled like some expensive cologne I didn’t know the name of. It certainly wasn’t the same cologne my dad used, or any of my high school boyfriends.
“No , dear.” He shook his head. “I don’t take advantage of young women.”
“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.” I licked my lips slowly. I’d read an article in Cosmopolitan that said the way to seduce a guy was to show him your tongue. “I’m 22, I make my own decisions ,” I lied easily.
“Well, maybe we can go out when you’re sober and if you still want me to seduce you then, I’ll see what I can do.” He put his arm around me and his fingers felt like heaven against my skin. “You’re cold. Why don’t you have a coat?”
“I didn’t realize how cold it would get.”
“You girls these days don’t know how to take care of yourself.” He looked at me disapprovingly , and I wondered how old he was. He definitely wasn’t a college student like me, there was no boyish look to him. He was all man, and 100% hunk at that.
“I don’t feel good.” All of a sudden my head felt
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