Small Chitchat

I remember that night.

The night that a few friends of mine were at a university town's nightclub. Being total strangers and outsiders, we thought that even the people the likes of us, some who were admittedly losers, could get lucky through some nice clothes and all the body spray in the world.

And so, we got some liquid courage and mapped the area. Shitty music, bright flashing lights, and some cheery teenagers alongside young adults bombed our senses but we kept our focus until a friend notified us of a target, one that we didn't need to walk towards; a woman and a friend of hers in matching black slevelees blouses and pencil skirts.

The pale one interested me, and I think I stared a second too long as a few of my friends **** me to talk to her, while another friend following as support. Sitting to the stool next to her, the first words that she spoke were:

"Two shots of whiskey." In my brain, it felt like a switch flipped as I followed up with my own.

"Make that two bottles, Jack Daniels and four shot glasses." It was one night so why not splurge a little?

Turning my head back to the girls, I saw red lips smiling at me as another giggle. Extending a hand to the first lady, I thought to introduce myself.

"Ryan, from out of town." And to my surprise it worked; a pale hand returned to shake mine, only to be dropped immediately after.

"Erian, and this is my friend." A small giggle came from behind her, "So tell me more about yourself."

A few boring things came up; some lies were shared along with some twisted truths. When the Jack Daniels came, the conversation slowered and seldom until it was just us, half an empty bottle of whiskey, and the music in the background.

Lights flashed by us as she seems distant, spacing out and having a knuckle to her fist while looking down. Not sure of what to do, I just tapped my fingers and nod to the beat until finally, she asked a question:

"Wanna dance?" And even before I could blink, I was dragged by an arm to the dance floor and behind enough people that I couldn't see my friends anymore. Though I was a bad dancer and sober enough for me to trip here and there, I watch the girl I was just flirting with throw her head back and forth with her long black hair following suit.

A few repeated gestures later, I noticed some bodacious movement from her such as a dizzy mimic of the macarena, grabbing my hand and pivoting herself with it, and finally grinding her ass on my crotch. Finally she asked one thing from me: Hold my hips.

I may not be the most social nor present-day person out there, but I was sure that human trains were for kids. Not wanting to disappoint her, I however just adhere to what she wanted and established a grip on her hips and we were off. Cutting through the people dancing, we found each other inside the women's bathroom.

And then inside a toilet stall. Closing the door behind us, Erian connected our lips together and a hand found itself grabbing hold of her ass before coping a feel of the shape and lifting the skirt.