I should drink any more after this cider. I look down and realize I’ve already finished half of it. On second thought, I’ll get myself some water after this. I’ll need it by the time I’m done. For now, we’ll dance. I haven’t danced in the longest time.
“I love this song!” Candice shouts, swaying her hips.
“Me too!” I shout as we reach the dancefloor.
We dance and dance. Every now and then, a guy tries to cut in. No one interests me in the least. After Bolt, regular guys are…they’re regular. It irritates me so much. Nothing has happened between us, and I already compare everyone to him.
Candice doesn’t seem interested either. We’re having too much fun together. We don’t need men to make us happy. We finish our drinks but decide to keep dancing for a while before trying to fight our way to the bar again.
I know I look great. I was feeling a little self-conscious in this dress, but any reservations have evaporated – alcohol has that effect. Candice loaned it to me. The dress is red and clingy, with straps over the shoulders. It comes to about mid-thigh and seriously showcases my boobs. It’s not really something I would normally wear, but I’m glad I did. I’ve noticed several guys give me the once-over. I feel sexy – not that I’m going to do anything about it. It’s nice to feel good about myself. I’m enjoying it.
A waiter suddenly appears out of nowhere. He has two shots on a tray. There are two lemon wedges on a saucer next to the glasses, covered in either sugar or salt. I’m not sure which. He holds the tray out to Candice. She shakes her head and says something in his ear. I’m going to assume it’s to tell him that we didn’t order the shots.
He says something back to her, and she frowns. He points up behind us to a balcony. There’s a guy standing there. For a moment, I think it’s Bolt. The guy is that tall and built. There is something about him that is unlike most guys on the planet. Then I take in the finer details. Balcony guy has bleached-blond hair, and he’s grinning. Not Bolt! He gives us a wave. Candice waves back. She picks up her drink and toasts him. He gives a nod and toasts her back with his…it looks like a beer. She turns to me, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, my god!” she shouts. “That’s the owner of the club. These drinks are from him,” she says the last into my ear. “He’s gorgeous. Did you see him?”
“Yes.” I nod. I give her two thumbs up.
“Let’s drink!” she shouts.
I want to turn her down, but she seems too excited, so I nod. We chink our glasses together, and then we down them. Afterward, we grab a lemon and squeeze it into our mouths. The crystals are sugar. The shots are both sweet and tangy lemon sour.
Candice widens her eyes and smacks her lips. “Yum.”
I giggle.
We thank the waiter and get back to dancing. It isn’t more than twenty minutes, and the waiter is back.
“Oh shit!” Candice says. “I think he’s flirting with me.” She waves at the guy on the balcony, and he lifts a hand. She’s probably right. Candice is gorgeous, with her long blond hair and willowy figure.
There are another two shots on the tray. They’re multicolored and look really good.
She laughs and points at one of the glasses then at me.
I shake my head.
“Please,” she begs. Candice leans forwards. “We can’t send them back. I want to meet him. I think he might be interested.” She looks up over her shoulder at him.
The guy is hot. Not in a smoldering way, like Bolt. He smiles as soon as she looks his way.
“I think you might be right about him being interested,” I say in her ear. “Okay, but I can’t have any more after this.” I really shouldn’t even have this one. I widen my eyes to try to show her the severity of the situation but end up laughing when I see her naughty-as-shit smile.
“Last one,” she agrees. We both pick up a glass and chink them together. Then we drink down the contents.
Yum!
I have to say, the club owner has good taste in drinks. This one isn’t too sweet either, and it’s icy cold, which is great considering we’re in a packed club. We get back to dancing. The music is fantastic. We’re