Shot At The Night

I was free. I was losing myself in the middle of the dance floor and I just didn’t care anymore. All those nights I spent locked inside the apartment while Madison goes out and enjoys her life and I am left alone, studying for my finals. This felt good. I’m high for the first time in a long time, and I just— Don’t. Give. A. Shit. I love it.

Sweaty bodies sway beside me, hands on restricted parts of my body but I don’t care because we’re all the same. We just want to get lost somewhere in the song. I am eyed by a boy wearing skinny black jeans and a leather jacket. He had mahogany hair and deep, deep blue eyes. Oh my! He looked like one of the jocks from Grease. Damn, I want him. I closed my eyes and lost myself once more, forgetting about everything.

As the song moves up and down to the beat I felt a slight whisper on my neck.

“Wanna get drunk?” he says, lingering on the last few words. He didn’t know me. I didn’t know him.

I nod. YES! Hell yes, I wanna get drunk and I wanna get drunk with you. As if reading my thoughts, a deep childish grin formed across his face, revealing the most adorable dimples. He looked like a carefree teenager. I wish I was. Made me wonder how he saw me. I’m in my early twenties and just graduated with a degree and no job. This blows. I totally needed a drink— a break.

I sought out for his hand even if he didn’t offer it to me while we walked back to the bar where he grabbed two stools and gestured for me to sit.

“So what’s your deal?” I ask over the loud upbeat music playing in the background.

“What makes you think I have a deal?” he peaks a glance at me. I smile warmly and sipped my vodka tonic without taking my eyes off his. He did the same. Intense. Two can play this game.

“So what’s your deal?” he then asks breaking the eye contact. Yes, I win.

“What makes you think I have a deal?” I say, mocking his tone. We both laughed.

“But seriously—” He then says. “Do you come here often?” He looks at me warily, as if he’s trying to figure me out.

“No” I finally breathe out. I sounded irritated. Maybe I am, why does he want to know that? I smiled, reassuring him otherwise. “Do I look like I come here often?” I took another sip from my glass. My mind is racing and he doesn’t answer me. He looks at me intently and smiles.

“You looked like you knew what you were doing out there” He nods to the center of the dance floor. “I like a girl who can move” Oh my. It’s the way he said it, like he’s speaking directly at me, telling me he like me. But no, I had to shake that thought. Why would he like me anyways? I am nobody. He’s obviously looking for a girl that could make his night. Maybe I’ll give it to him.

“You know what they say” Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I basically just said I’d agree to have sex with him. Fuck. My mouth is the most annoying thing ever. I never have control over it. He looked at me and smiled, although I could tell something was bothering him. I didn’t dare ask. I held up my drink, gesturing him to clink to it. He raises his bottle of beer and taps the end to m glass, winking before he takes a sip. My feels, gosh it’s all over the place. I was bound to ask him for his name, but I didn’t and neither did he. The music changes faintly and I recognize the song right away.

“I love them” I tell him as they started playing ‘I Wanna Be Yours’

He looks to me quizzically, “Yeah? I thought no one knew about them” Is he kidding? Arctic Monkeys? I was bound to know them eventually.

“I kind of liked having them to myself” He says, and I know he was telling the truth.

“Now, you can’t be selfish” I tease, pouting my lips. Oh, damn they still hurt.

“You know, I’ve met Alex once at a friend’s party once” he says. I can tell he was excited, he was glowing. Suddenly, I wanna know more about this boy. He kept talking and talking and I just sat there, silent, laughing occasionally and admiring him emotionally. He constantly runs his fingers through his hair and slides it down his jaw line. Damn, he does that thing sexily.

We’re on our third set of drinks now. I was getting a little fuzzy so I gulped down a tall glass of cold water. I didn’t want to black out on this night, I wanted to remember it, to own it.

“Let’s dance some more” I say, interrupting him and pulled him to the center of the dance floor. The lights blacked out then beams of neon flashes from the ceiling. The music got louder and more bodies started to collide. He placed his hands on my waist and I tensed. I could feel him tense too, but we both tried to ignore it. As we slowly relaxed, I gathered all my courage and turned to face away from him. His hands were still in my waist. I tipped my head back, leaning on his shoulders a little and let the music move me once again. At some point, I forgot about him being there and was just dancing for me.

It feels good, doing something for yourself for a change. I feel his hair on my cheeks and his breathing on my neck. It was a jolt down my spine, it felt… I felt— alive.

“You move great” he whispers against my neck. “Really great” I feel his smile on my neck.

“Don’t worry, I got you” I hissed, flirtily.

I turned to face him once more, and wrapped my arms around his neck. We are inches away from each other, but I felt the need to close the gap so I took a step towards him. He smiles once more. I felt that moment when you want to kiss him, but at the same time you want to linger a little, brushing your lips softly against his lips. How teasing. He smiled, and pulled me a little closer. My chest touches his and caresses his fingers slowly down my spine, sending little electric shots to my heart. Fuck. I contemplated. Should I just kiss him now to get my over anxious feeling out of my mind or should I linger a little more? I was frustrated with myself. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I clasped my hand on his left cheeks, brushing them gently then tighten them on his head. He smiled. I flushed. It’s now or never. I tilt my head to meet his lips and he tilted opposite. A warm fuzzy feeling greeted me as our lips finally touched. I move my hands gently on the hem of his shirt and tried to feel his chest. I smiled, as he clasps his hands on my free hand abruptly and showed me to the small of his back. He knows what he’s doing. I can only imagine. Damn.

“Aren’t you something—” I breathe out as our lips finally parted.

“You’re not so bad yourself” His thumb wonders to the corner of his lip, clearing the trace of saliva I left on him as he smiled. Fuck. Me. Now.

-S.A