dancer under the sword of damocles

The music pulsed against your body you could feel every note as your sister pushed you towards the dance floor through the throngs of partiers. Never one for dancing yourself you followed erin's lead trying to match her movements and failing terribly. "I suck at this!" you shout over the blasting music.

"You're a hot girl, hot girls dont suck at dancing they're hot!" She shouted back intertwining your bodies.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting us some drinks." she laughed.

"Wha-?" and before you could ask a muscular man held two drinks in his hands.

"What are two angels like you doing so far from heaven?" he smiled offering erin a slender glass of something sweet and fruity smelling before handing you a glass of your own.

"We're looking for a good time." erin cooed sipping her drink.

"You found it." he laughed.

You drank nervously from your glass thinking how you should just grab erin and take her home when the drink hits you, you didn't think you were a lightweight but then you hadn't had a drink since the party where you met tom. Before you knew it another man had moved behind you dancing in time with you his hands on your hips sent chills up your back. You lean into him. Erin was right a little spice was nice.

The feel of his hands all over your body made you flushed and excited and let's face it you were horny as hell. You spun around and kissed your dance partner fully expecting it to be tom only to find rick. "Why..." You looked around and couldn't find your sister. Where did she go, how long were you two dancing? "Where's my sister? The girl I was dancing with!"

"Calm down, she's over there." he pointed to a wall full of booths where tired dancers sat and made out, a few more amorous guests found themselves either sitting in one another's lap or under the table. Erin was in the lap of the guy who gave them their drinks.

"Erin!" you growled as you stormed the booth. She dresses you like some hooker barbie and then abandons you for some random guy!?

"Care bear!" she somehow managed to slur as she rolled off of the strange guy. "Who's your friend?"

"Rick, apparently from pizza hut."

"OH the boy with the crush!" she giggled resting her hand on her new friend.

"Who's this?" you ask crossing your arms.

"Uh...jeff. Right?" she asked.

"Clark."

Erin hissed "Oh right that was the other guy."

"Other guy?!" what the hell was going on with your sister.

"You know the guy who gave us our drinks?" she pulled you into the booth and rick sat across from you nodding to clark. "Turns out he put something in them!" You glare at clark surely he was in on this, what did he and that sicko do to your sister? "So anyway we're dancing, the room is spinning, everything is all pretty lights and he's grabbing my ass."

"Was that what that noise was?" rick interrupted.

"Yeah, I'm getting there, so clark shows up and he had seen what the guy did and he decks him!" Clark tried to play modest but he was very proud of himself. "Then he gave me tons of water to flush my system."

"So you make out with him?!"

"Well I had to reward my hero didn't I?" she giggled taking clark's hand in hers.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. This doesn't seem right you were a little buzzed but nothing like that happened. You didn't remember anyone being knocked out. Maybe it was some game these guys played to get their bros laid by being heroes or something. "We need to go." You grab your sister's hand and drag her out of the booth.

"No!!" she yells. "I'm tired of you telling me what to do!"

"Me tell you what to do?!" you shouted back, how dare she!

"I want to stay with clark!"

"You don't know this guy for all you know it could be a set up!"

"And making out with the pizza boy is better?!"

"I never-" like a gunslinger she whipped out her phone and showed picture after picture of you making out with rick in passionate fervor. "You son of a bitch!" you scream at rick throwing her phone at rick. He ducks the phone standing up ready to stop this small girl from attacking him. Unfortunately for him you don't fight like a girl. A quick left hook lands him square on the floor.

Taking advantage of the momentary shock from everyone you grab erin and pull her through the crowd. Strange thing about clubs the further away from an incident you get the more it didn't happen. Which is what you hoped held true. If you got away it's like it never happened and you could forget this night. Despite erin's swearing protest you managed to **** her into the car and speed away from the club.

Rage, confusion, a **** need to get away, either way you drove straight home.

Behind you erin came still pissed at you. "Why did you have to go and ruin my fun!"

"Your fun ends in ****!"

"Why do you have to be a defeatist all the time?"

"It's called being a realist when you're not an idiot!"

Erin's face twisted in anger like you hadn't seen in months. You wanted to apologize but the anger still burned in you like a ****. "I'm sorry how did you meet tom again? Getting drunk at some party? What's that called when you're not a dumbass? Oh right a fucking hypocrite!"

Most words don't phase you but that one always did. "Tom didn't slip me a **** to get into my pants!"

"Nobody's been in your pants!"

The anger felt so good, so much better than the sadness you had been feeling. It blocked out everything, what you'd have to tell tom, if you should tell him, what tomorrow might bring, work, prom, your parents, everything. Even the sound of someone coming down the stairs until it was too late.

"Who's in who's pants?" A voice called behind you the anger quickly replaced by fear and rationality.