0.06 - the dancer

Andrian ran a hand through her hair was she shuffled behind Sparkles, the sea of dancing bodies parting in way of the sparkling teenager who held Andrian by the hand to lead her through. Gulping, she had been to a club on her eighteenth birthday, and that was it. Samuel wasn't one for these people. Dressing mor grown up and hanging around with older people who didn't go to their high school. Andrian loved hearing how peoples lives were - what it would be like when they stop living with their parents and get over school.

"Omg - a fog machine!" Sparkles gasped, a woman with gemstones glued to her body, especially around her cleavage. Sparkles had glitter eyeshadow on - bold and bright. And her lip stick was shimmering. "Android look at that." She pointed excitedly at a man with piercings all over his face. "I want to taste that." She bit her lip, fluttering her eyelashes at him. He stopped, in her face intimidatingly. But his eyes were on her lips, she stood on her tippy-toes and pressed her mouth to his.

"Sparkles." Andrian muttered, pulling at her friends hand. Sparkles pulled away from the stranger with a grin, walking around him and dragging Andrian behind her. "What was that?" She gasped in disbelief, seeing that Sparkles walked more confidently.

"Just boosting my ego." She licked her lips, looking over her shoulder so the piercing guy can see.

"That is really gross." She muttered darkly, scoffing as she pulled Sparkles along this time. "I want a drink - you get to be the designated driver." She smiled, turning to Sparkles. The girl looked appalled. "Come on Spark, I never get to drink - "

"Yeah Sparkles - you get to drive us both back." Angie appeared, looping an arm through Sparkles with a smirk.

"How did you get here?" Sparkles asked in confusion.

"Taxi." She smiled, running a nail down Sparkles arm. "And I already had a few drinks."

"Why do I have to be the designated driver - why does there have to be a designated driver?" She whined, slumping against the bar as Andrian ordered a few basic drinks, and a water. "I hate you two."

"You were late to the party Spark." Angie scoffed, reapply her dark pink lipstick. "Andrian got dumped and I want to get wasted."

"Please - I didn't get dumped. And this was like, five days ago." Andrian defended, clenching her teeth. "Samuel Greene is to stupid to even know how to dump a girl. Just know how to make one dump him." She muttered to herself, paying for the drinks. She took a few sips, no stranger to the once burn that slid down her throat. "Besides, Sparks I'm usually the designated driver."

"Because you're the nice girl - or your ex drives us." She rolled her eyes. "The only reason I miss that asshole is because he'd drive us places." She played with the water bottle her water came in, sighing as she watched her friends with alcoholic drinks. "Why can't I have some? Enough so I'm below the legal limit." She pleaded, grabbing onto Andrians arm, hoping she'd be easy to crack.

"We know you." She began, deadpanning. "One drink leads to two and two drinks leads to three and it never stops."

"You're totally like, an alcoholic." Angie gasped, watching Sparkles send her a threatening glare.

"Fine, I get it." She rolled her eyes, throwing her hair over one shoulder.

"Plus, you don't need to be drunk to have fun - you kissing that guy before proves it." Andrian tried to reason, taking another small, slow sip from what looks like a martini.

"Hey - is that who I think it is?" Angie gasped in amazement pointing out a familiar, handsome face in the crowd. "No way, it is Giuseppe guys. Andrian you need to hit that." She bit her lip, watching Giuseppe maneuver through the crowd, a bored grin on his face.

"No Angie, home girl aint ready." Sparkles stood up suddenly, leaving her bar stool to hide Andrian from his sites. "She don't have tit showing." Sparkles rummaged through her bag. "Sit still." She pulled out a pocket knife, causing the girls eyes to go wide.

"Put that away." Andrian hissed, but her demands fall on deaf ears as the dark skinned girl grabbed the fabric of her friends hoodie. "What are you doing!" She proclaimed, mouth agape in horror. The girl dug her blade into the fabric and sliced through the fabric.

"Take off your bra - quick." Andrian rolled her eyes put took it off, face red hot with embarrassment. Sparkles took the undergarment and shoved it into her bag. The three girls looked down - Angie laughing, Sparkles smiling and Andrians jaw falling.

"You can see my underboob." She scoffed in disbelief as Sparkles brought her friends skirt higher - letting it stop a little below her rib cage. "It'll get cold."

"Then you better press your body against the hot Italian man coming towards us." Angie smiled, eyes trained on the man approaching. "Hey Giuseppe."

"Hey girls." He flirted, eyes training on each of the girls. "Wow - Andrian, you look fucking delicious." He eyed her as she fought back the shame rising in her cheeks.

"Thanks Giuseppe." Her voice hitched as the cold air brushed against her flaming warm skin. Embarrassed wasn't the word she would use anymore.

"We're going to go dance." Sparkles grabbed Angie, dragging the girl onto the dance floor.

"Bye then." Giuseppe laughed, leaning against the bar, swiping the martini from Andrians hand. She let him, slowly feeling comfortable in her quick wardrobe change. "Is your shirt supposed to show that?" He asked, eyes trained on her under breast.

"Not when I walked in here." She laughed, staring out into the crowd. "Want to dance hot stuff?" She raised her eyebrow, watching him finish the drink.

"Well - you're single, I'm single. Yep all boxes are ticked." He joked, looping his arm in hers to drag her onto the dance floor. "You know Andy, I'm surprised to see you here." Her blood sizzled at the use of a new, more personal nickname. This was a man any girl hooked up with. Andrian looked away, he was every girls toy - used and left. Not that he wasn't doing it to others.

"I don't know if I like it yet." She muttered as his hand was placed on the exposed part of her back.

"Tell me about your experience so far." He pressed himself against her, hot breath on her neck. She could barely hear him over the loud music and her blood pumping. She would be lying if she said the spot between her legs wasn't wet. She never felt this way with Samuel - but then again Samuel wasn't this forward or sexy.

"Well - I got in here, saw my best friend make out with a guy with more piercings than years I've been alive. I paid for everyones drinks. Then some chick came at me with a knife and cut my favorite shirt up." She sighed, wrapping her arm around his waist. He swayed them side to side, running his arm over her arse. "And now I'm on the dance floor being groped." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"What a wild experience. Now - this man grouping you, do you like it?" He angled an eyebrow, lifting her face up by placing two fingers under her chin. His eyes and movements were rehearsed, he has done this over a hundred times. The hype before if her totally being able to let him between her legs was gone and she wanted to chicken out. Gulping she searched her mind for an answer while his hands stopped on her arse and the other on her hip - dangerously close to her vagina.

"I don't know. I wonder if he likes doing it or if it is something that he does." She tilted her head, watching his eyebrows fly up and mouth twitch down in surprise.

"W-what?" He managed to get out through his confusion. "If I didn't like touching her, wouldn't I stop." He stated, looking into her eyes. "But why would she think that?"

"Because he does it often. Wouldn't it get boring?" She asked, hating herself for he curiosity.

"You talk like a virigin." He laughed, shaking his head.

"I'm not a virgin." She scoffed, shaking her head and taking a step back away from him. She wants to ask him if sex is good.

"Oh - Samuel and you." It was then it clicked, Giuseppe and Samuel were enemies, how could she almost forget.

But she was shy and embarrassed to answer his quiestion, nodding she didn't meet his gaze. He laughed, shaking his head and amazed. "Is that funny?"

"If he was the one that took your viriginity, why did you dump him?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm curious now." She felt attacked, but she wanted to talk about it with someone who was close and had nothing bad to say about Samuel. And unfortunately that person was Giuseppe. "You seem like the girl who would stick with him until the end - marry your first love and stuff." He was worried he had upset her.

"Do you really want to know?" She sighed, watching him nod his head. "Then we should go somewhere quiet, and sitting down. What I'm going to tell you will amaze you." She winked, causing him to grin widely.

"I know where we can go."