Girls Night Out: They all go out to the club

"Lets go to the club!" Samantha suggested. Jennifer groaned. She was the most stuck up of the group. Emily was convinced she was so tall because she had a stick shoved up her ass.

"That could be fun." Leah said assenting.

"Whooohoooo." Emily wooped.

They all managed to drag Jennifer to the local club. THE local club. There was only one in town. They were soon ordering more drinks and enjoyed some laughs before Emily grabbed everyone and ushered them to the dance floor that was pretty full. It was a Saturday night though--so it made sense.

The girls danced together in a white girl gaggle with all the other white people of the Deep South town running and jogging in place. The occasional skilled dancer would be overshadowed by a frat boy waving his arms like a windmill or an over the top black couple who could have been getting paid good money on an MTV show with their moves. Emily pushed Jennifer into the side of a tall athletic looking young man. He looked like a soldier with his short haircut and trim features. But--he was taller than Jennifer and he turned his anger into being bumped into quickly into a smile and he began to dance with her naturally. Jennifer was a few too many jack and cokes in to care and gladly began to dance with the tall drink of water.

"You better dance girl." Emily yelled in Leah's ear. "You ain't married to Jonathan yet." She grinned.

There were quite a lot of people on the dance floor but Leah noticed a few in particular. There was a younger looking man, very fit and tall. He was quite the stud muffin. He had been eyeing Leah for a while since she got on the dance floor. There was also an older man who looked rather handsome. He was clearly here with a group of his older friends who all knew they were probably too old to be here but some special reason brought them out to "the club." He had given her a smile and head nod earlier in the night when her and her girlfriends were still at the drinking phase of their club time.