Hey!
I'm so sorry that It's taken me so long to post again. My hard drive crashed and I had to start over again using a jump drive at work, but then I lost the jump drive. So, his is the third time that I've written this installment. I hope you enjoy. I'll try to make them longer in the future.
SRB
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-Santana-
I had gotten there pretty early for DC club time and now stood awkwardly by the bar, fidgeting with my skirt. I wanted to look around before I asked one of the employees to tell Ash that I was here. I felt like my skirt was riding up constantly and I once again shimmied and pulled it down. When I had moved to DC, I developed a little bit of a shopping addiction and I literally owned an outfit for any occasion. Unfortunately, those occasions seemed to never arise and I was left with a closet full of items with the price tags still intact. I often thought that if anyone had any opinion of me it would be that I was well-dressed, weird but well dressed. I would day dream of having friends who asked me to go bar hopping with them or go dancing with them but when you walk with your eyes downcast, rarely speak, or make eye contact, no one is too eager to be your friend. Who knew?
I exhaled deeply and pulled my skirt down once more. Considering that this was my first time out, the high-waisted leather mini skirt, stark white off-the-shoulder top, and four-inch , peep-toe cage pumps were all making their debut tonight. I felt like I looked attractive enough, I just needed the confidence to match. Ugh, why are you here, Santana? I asked myself despite the feeling that being there just...felt right.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my glossy black waves. You're here to have fun, damnit! And you are going to have fun! I mentally decided. Straightening up my shoulders and smoothing down my skirt, I leaned against the bar in the coolest, most unaffected pose I could muster and watched the scene before me. The bar must have been very popular. Patrons were filing in at a continuous rate and there were already several bodies on the dance floor.
I watched a petite Asian girl wind and whip her body to the music. She looked as if the music was all that mattered in that moment. I envied her. A few writhing bodies over was a curvy black girl with a faux hawk, she was moving her hands and arms in sensual patterns above her head with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. I longed to move like these girls. I wanted nothing else to matter but the dub-step beat blaring through the speakers and the freedom that only dancing seemed to offer. Maybe a drink would help.
I turned to face the bar and my eyes fell upon one of the most breath taking men that I had ever seen. I held my breath when his eyes locked with mine. He was the kind of pretty that could frighten people, I had to remind myself that I was that kind of pretty too and released the breath that I had been holding. His dark blue eyes shined under the flashing lights of the club and his full lips curved into a sly side smile.
"What will it be, sweetheart?" He asked as he allowed his eyes to blatantly scan my body. I blushed when his eyes finally met mine once more.
"I...I..um...I don't really know." I admitted with a sheepish smile that fit perfectly with my barely visable blush. I shuffled my weight from heel to heel as I looked down at the bar top. When I looked back up, his eyes had softened and his smile looked more sincere.
"What kind of mood you in, doll?" He asked as he leaned his elbows on the bar top directly in front of me. His smiled widened and his white teeth gleamed.
I didn't hesitate. "I need to have fun." I said, and was immediately embarrassed by my desperate honesty.
"Well, I can do fun." He said easing off of the bar top. "One glass of fun coming right up."
I watched him make my drink. He seemed to be putting an awful lot of alcohol into it and I was suddenly nervous. I looked away towards a girl on the dance floor. She was racially ambiguous with long blonde hair. She was beautiful to watch. Her blonde locks whipped around her face as she moved her generous hips to the beat. She was perfectly synchronized with the music and confidence literally oozed off of her. I was broken out of my reverie by the sound of my drink being placed in front of me.
I turned to face an amused bar tender. "One order of fun." He said. I opened my clutch and he stopped me with a light hand on my shoulder. He pointed to my wrist band. "That means that you pay for nothing while you're here. How'd you come by that anyway?" He asked with a curious expression though the amusement was still there.
"A guy that I met today invited me out. He said that his family owned the place." I said, taking my first sip of my free drink. It was delicious; I took a more generous sip.
"Good girl," He said with a smile. "What was his name? The guy who asked you to come here..." He asked, once again leaning on the bar in front of me.
"Ash, his name was Ash." I replied.
"Well, sweetheart, I'm Adam. Co-owner of this place and Ash's older and much sexier brother." He reached out his hand. "Oh, and much straighter too." He added with an outrageous wink.
I laughed. "Hi, Adam. I'm Santana. It's very nice to meet you." I shook his hand. "This drink is delicious by the way." To prove my point, I took another generous gulp.