Enter Club Vertigo

Club Vertigo was the local hot spot for students, cheap drinks and loud music set the scene as the back drop for many college students grand stories of conquests and **** fuelled exploits. Max had never really seen the appeal, he preferred the house parties or bars where the music wasn't so loud, he had never been much of a dancer so if he was being honest with himself, normally just felt pretty awkward in clubs.

Despite not being his first choice for a venue, and being in an unfortunate outfit for the night, Max had to admit he was having a good night. The drinks were flowing and the music was bouncing. Somewhere along the line, Max found himself on the dance floor with Bex. Whilst never being the most comfortable on a dance floor, watching the auburn haired beauty dancing so close with him, and with the confidence one can only achieve whilst an unhealthy amount of dutch courage was flowing through his bloodstream, Max had to admit to himself, there was nowhere in the world he would currently rather be.

"Stay right here Max, I just have to go to the little girls room, I'll be right back." In order to be heard over the loud music, Bex had lent in close enough to Max's ear that he could feel her breath on the side of his face. After taking a moment to compose himself after enjoying there closeness, Max gave Bex a thumbs up sign, slightly disappointed, that, if even just for a few moments she was leaving his side. As he watches her ass sway as she walks away, as subtly as his **** infused brain would allow he grimaces as he thinks how he is going to spend the time waiting for Bex to come back standing awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor. Looking over at the bar Max thinks to himself that even though he has already had way more to drink than he would on any other occasion, it is his birthday, so one more couldnt hurt, surely.