30.
It was around 0130, and Kate and I were sitting and enjoying the music, and generally wasting time. A new song started playing, a slow but it still had a beat. I notice Kate, she brushed her hair behind one of her ears l, and looks towards the dance floor, as I do, too. We notice several couplings, arms wrapped around each other and dancing to the song. I look back at Kate, who has not looked around to me yet, I know we aren't technically a couple, I think to myself, but I have an idea, as I smile to myself.
I jump (slowly, y'know arrow to the knees) to my feet, walk around the table to her side, and tap her on the shoulder. She turns in my direction, brushes her hair from her face, flashes one of her million dollar smiles, and looks directly in my eyes. I extend my hand and I motion her to take it. She gives a warm yet confused look, not knowing what I was doing.
But anyway, she still takes my hand. I help her to her feet, which are still wrapped in those 4 1/2 inch stilettos, then we head down towards the dance floor. I look at her, she has this enthusiastic look, and we make our way down the stairs towards the floor. And just like when Kate and I were making out way up to the restaurant area, we are getting plenty of stares from both sexes.
Kate and I reach the dance floor and we start to move with the beat (not really dancing). We have our hands wrapped around each other and have placed our heads on the other's shoulders. If I was paying attention to other things, execpt for holding her, I would have noticed her steel harden nipples poking through her black dress against my chest, but I wasn't, this feels right, not thinking of her scantily clad steel harden nipples, just us, together like this, feeling like nobody else is in the world, just like this.
The song starts to wine down, I give Kate a quick hug and I let go of her, but she doesn't let me go. She's still holding me, tighter than when the song was playing. I tried to pull away, but when I did her grip becomes tighter. Not wanting her to feel rejected, I just stayed there wrapped in her arms, then the next song starts.
The next song was an uppity pop song, and I whisper in her ear, "not as romantic as the previous one is it?" I start to chuckle, as I pull away from her.