Let's Dance...

Sandy was sweating. It was her fourth? trip to the dance floor, and the beer in her hand was definitely the third.

Crap. Sandy was a lightweight.

Ok, she reminded herself, time to take serious stock of what's going on and where you are. You're dancing with a girl who is trying to get into your pants, a beer over your limit, and not quite sure how to get back to the hotel from here. None of those things were part of what she had planned for tonight.

Initially, she had only intended to play along with Kelly for the sake of peace and pleasant times back at the hotel room. A few dances, and surely she'd find somebody else, maybe even go off with him, while Sandy could find a cab and get back to the hotel. She hadn't expected that she'd actually start to enjoy herself.

Sandy hadn't been asked to dance much growing up. As it was, she always felt awkward at the club scenes, and she never felt that grinding up on some guy was the best way to spend her evenings. Of course, now, when she wasn't expected to do much more than sway to the music properly, she was getting into it. There was an exhilaration here, and the more she felt herself let loose of the social binders, the more she enjoyed it. Especially the few times that some woman would dance close, feeding her ego as to the effectiveness of her disguise.

Of course, every time it happened to be someone other than Kelly, she had swooped in with alacrity and replaced the partner. Sandy was becoming used to the attention, and momentarily wondered about when Kelly was going to try to kiss her again as promised. Not that she was looking forward to it, rather an anticipation of how she was going to get out of it when the inevitable occurred.

"What ... time is it?" Sandy asked, realizing that she had totally lost track of the time.

"It's about eleven." Kelly replied, as the two of them sat at one of the small tables near the dance floor. They had taken a break from activity, and Sandy could feel the sweat beading on her forehead. The dance floor had seemed hot, but perhaps that was just the lights that had beaten down on it.

"We should get back, I think." Here, in the relative quiet, Sandy could really feel the effects of the **** on her. She wasn't fully drunk, but enough of her perception had shifted that she knew she was well under the influence. Plus, her bindings were getting uncomfortable, and she really wanted a shower or something to relieve the aches of the day.

"But they don't close for another three hours..." Kelly pouted, her smile taking on a pleading tint.

"So, stay. I can grab a cab, and you can party." Sandy was relieved at the thought. If she could get back without Kelly in tow, the whole rejection and awkward explanations scene that had been building up in her head would be so much ephemera.

"You don't mind? And here I thought you would be the jealous type after a few drinks." Kelly grinned. She sipped at the bottle in her hand. "So, you gonna wait up for me?"

"No." Sandy stated flatly.

"I may not come home ... Might get savaged by some brute while my man is at home sleeping..." Kelly snickered.

"Well, if that happens, try not to come too hard and wake up HIS roommates." Sandy immediately regretted the words as she spoke them, but the **** had taken off a layer of mental filtering.

"Woah! Reeeeaooowww..." Kelly imitated a cat hiss, and swiped her hand in a parody of claws. "So you ARE the jealous type, after all."

"I'm not jealous." Sandy argued, a flush crossing her features.

"Sure you are. Don't like thinking about me getting nailed while all you can do is listen in the corner." Kelly taunted.

"I ... You were pretty loud."

"I kept hoping you were going to say something. I always wanted a two guy threesome but most guys chicken out." Kelly giggled, scooting slightly closer to Sandy. Her hand dropped down to cover the one that Sandy had left on the table.

"Chicken..." A flash ran through Sandy's mind of two guys making love to her. It had been a fantasy for a while, but the idea that Sandy had experienced it...

"Never happened. Too many guys are afraid of touching. You know, another guy. Suddenly makes it all weird for them." Kelly rolled her eyes. "Never had that problem when it was two girls though."

"You uh ... had a threesome?"

"One. It was really fun too. Happened at last year's con. There was this couple who were really cool in the dealer's hall. Didn't know what she saw in him until they suggested it." Kelly rubbed her hand on Sandy's. Sandy wasn't sure whether to pull away, which would immediately lead to more aggression from Kelly, or to stay put, which would keep things fairly status quo. She opted for staying put, and tried to ignore the warmth of Kelly's hand as it played over her skin.

"So ... I think I better be getting back." Sandy pulled her hand back, and began to rise.

"Am I embarrassing you, Sam?" Kelly laughed. "And the chase is on. Normally this is the other way round."

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to race out after me, hop in another cab, and shout 'follow that car!'"

"Don't have to. I know where you sleep." Kelly grinned, before a look of horror crossed her face. "Oh god, that was like the creepiest line ever." She placed a deliberately dull expression on her face and looked at Sandy with wide eyes. "I like to watch you sleeeeeep..."

Something in that delivery caused Sandy to begin to chuckle. She fought it down, but an explosive snort of laughter flew out of her nose, and she couldn't help but guffaw. Kelly too seemed to find the situation hilarious, and the two of them shared a rather raucous laugh that drew the attention of several people around them.

"Ok, hell with it. Let's get out of here." Kelly grinned, standing up to clutch at Sandy's arm.

"Cab?" Sandy suggested, to be immediately rebuffed by a rapid shaking of Kelly's head.

"It's only a few blocks. I did this dead drunk last year, and I didn't have a cute escort."