Work on Tiffany

Ali dragged him right over to Tiffany, she was so exited to see him.

“Hey Mark!” she exclaimed, virtually pouncing on him for a hug.

The first thing he noticed is that she was just as drunk as Ali. In fact, more so, she appeared to be plastered. This could have been something to do with Travis, trying to get over the whole thing by getting incredibly drunk.

“I sent you a text earlier, did you end up getting it?” he asked, curious to see why she hasn’t replied to him earlier tonight.

“Aww Mark, I’m so sorry, my phone battery died a while ago and I haven’t been back to East Hall since to get it charged,” she explained.

It was a bit of a relief to hear, just to know that she wasn’t avoiding him on purpose or anything.

For the next fifteen minutes, they danced together to the music. Mark chose not to bring up anything with Travis or her being single at this stage, not wanting to upset her.

Even Ali did her best to help Mark out. She danced closer to the other guys that were trying to hang close with Tiffany. It did him a massive favour, giving him a better chance to get up and close with Tiffany without having anyone getting in his way.

The crowd seemed only to multiple as the DJ continued banging out songs they could sing and dance to. Tiffany started to get close with him, mainly because they were beginning to run out of room.

She was close enough to him that Mark could smell her beautiful hair. The long brown hair flicked here and there as she moved around, dancing right in front of him.

Tiffany wasn’t full on grinding her ass against him as Jess was doing earlier but she still managed to rub against him quite a bit. It was only slightly, enough to tease him.

It was small enough that it could either be considered an accident or on purpose.

Eventually she needed to go to the bathroom, “I’ve really got to pee and get another drink,” she whispered to him. Damn he thought to himself, as if she was using this as an excuse to get away from him.

“Uhh okay, will you be back?” he asked, worried he wouldn’t see her again tonight.

“Why don’t you come with me?” she then asked.

What a relief. Without her having a phone, it would have been hard to bump back into Tiffany.

“Of course, let’s go!” he said, not wanting to lose her for even a second.