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[ the club ]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. You grinned as he twirled you around and your laughter was barely heard from all the cheers and music.

You giggled as he turned back and forth, making him smile at you. As you danced, your eyes caught onto Tai, who had just entered. 

She waved at me from atop the stairs, and you waved back, "Tai!" She then fell down the stairs, landing on her butt. "Oh, my God!" You ran over to her as fast as you could in platforms, quickly grabbing her arm and lifting her. "Tai, are you okay?"

"Shit! That is so embarrassing!" she exclaimed.

Cher dashed over. "Tai!"

"Hi," she mumbled, and Cher snickered, looping arms with you.

"No one saw," you reassured as we walked away from the stairs. 

"Now all night long, I'm gonna be known as that girl who fell on her butt."

"Tai, no one noticed," Cher said.

"Wow! Are you okay?" A man asked, stopping beside you . "That looked really bad."

"Yeah. Thanks," Tai muttered. You smiled at him in thanks when she suddenly stopped you, gripping your arm. "Oh, my God, Y/N, Cher, look! He's going with Amber?"

You looked to where she was pointing, and sneered when you saw Elton and Amber cozying up close as they danced. "No, he's probably just dancing with her," you tried. You grimaced when he kissed her neck, revisiting some horrid memories. 

"Do you think she's pretty?" Tai questioned softly, tilting her head to the side as she watched them.

"No. She's a full-on Monet," Cher gagged.

"What's a Monet?"

"It's like the paintings, see? From far away, it's okay. But up close, it's a big old mess," you explained. "Let's ask a guy," you said as your date walked by. "Christian, what do you think of Amber?"

He propped his hand on his hip as he lowered his glasses, analyzing the red-haired girl. "Hagsville," he stated.

"See?"

"Dig this. They're charging for Brewskies," he scoffed. "Pass me a fin, I'll pay you back?"

"Sure," you nodded, taking a bill from your bra. 

He hummed, taking it and slipping into his jacket's breast pocket, before kissing your cheek. "Thanks."

As he left, Tai nudged you, squealing, "He's so cute!"

"You're so lucky, Y/N/N," Cher gushed.

"Oh, my God," you sighed dreamily. "Do you see how he's falling in love with me? I mean, look how he ignored every other girl."

You and the girls observed as he laughed with the bartender, when Tai perked up, "Oh, God, look. There's Josh."

"I didn't even see him come, but it's like he finds the only adult in here, like he's deliberately trying to not have fun." Cher lazily waved back to the boy. 

"Oh, and Dean!"

Your head snapped up in the direction she gestured to, finding him talking to a black-haired girl. He was smirking, charm oozing from his lips and the girl was like putty in his hands. "He's such a man-whore," you criticized. 

"You just want to be her," Cher shrugged, and you whacked her shoulder. "OW!"

"Girls, I have a question," Tai spoke up, and you turned to her, finding her taking off her sheer cardigan. "What do you think I should do with this thing? Should I, um, like tie it around or put it over-."

"No, tie it around you're waist."

You nodded in agreement, when you suddenly felt two arms snake around your torso, spinning you around. Cher and Tai smiled gleefully as Christian asked, "Ready to slide? Let's go."

You grinned, shaking off the weird feeling as you sauntered to the dance floor, as Tai wrapped the cardigan around her waist. She then changed it seeing as she didn't snag a guy's attention. She re-did it again, styling it into her hair, and for a second, a group of men looked at her, but continued walking.

The band was kickin', and Christian was the hottest guy the hottest guy there. But my enjoyment was put on pause when I saw how unhappy Tai was.

You slowed your dancing with Christian as you saw Tai, who had two extremely tall guys beside her, completely missing her because of their height. You squinted when you saw Dean approach, hands in his jean pockets. You watched as your friend blushed a deep red at the attention of Dean, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

Suddenly, Cher was beside you, a dark-haired man in toe, who was clearly her partner for the night. "Look! Dean is dancing with Tai! That's so cute!"

"He never dances," you murmured. 

"I can see why," Christian commented. 

"No, he's doing her a prop, so she won't be left out!" Cher beamed. 

"Oh, I dig you!" Christian turned back to you, and you slapped on a grin. As you danced, you were oblivious to Christian turning away, beginning to move with a random guy, Dean watching with confused eyes.

It was a couple of hours later, well into 1 in the morning, and Tai was sleeping on your lap and Cher leaned her head on your shoulder with a snore as you sat on a dance box. Dean and Josh approached you. "How are you guys holding up?" the latter asked.

"I am so ready to leave," you answered with a yawn. 

"Tired," Cher and Tai groggily said together. 

"Okay, my girls are done for the night. Let's get Christian and go. Christian!" you called. He turned around. "You wanna go?"

"Now? These guys right here got the skinny on the happening after hours." He gestured back to the group.

"My trainers coming really, really early this morning."

"Oh."

"Look, I can take the girls home," Dean offered, though it seemed more of a statement. 

"No, that's alright," Christian denied.

"No, it's fine. Stay," you argued. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah, sure."

He smiled at you, then turned to Dean and Josh. "Thanks, man. You got my mark." He then embraced you, before backing away. "You are a down girl. I'll call you tomorrow."

You were sitting in the front with Dean, who was driving, whilst Josh, Cher and Tai were in the back, the two girls sleeping whilst he dozed off. "It was really decent of you to dance with Tai tonight," you complimented.

"My pleasure," he replied.

"You notice any positive changes in her?" you asked, with a wide, awaiting smile.

"Yeah..." he trailed off. "Under your tutelage, she's exploring the challenging world of bare midriffs." He noticed you weren't really paying attention, your eyes washing over a cassette tape of his. "So, you didn't want to make a night of it with the ring-a-ding kid?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, daddy wouldn't go too ballistic. It's not like he'll sleep or anything."

"Not if they're going to finish those depos," he sighed.

You perked up. "Hey, you know what would be so dope? If we got some really delicious takeout. I bet they haven't eaten all night."

"That would be pretty dope of us," he agreed. "Let's do it."

The midnight snack totally revived the lawyers, and Cher and Dean's Father was way grateful.  "Eat the oranges, you'll get a lot of Vitamin C," you advised. 

"Daddy, no!" Cher exclaimed, ripping the sandwich from his grasp. "Daddy, no, come on, you know you can't eat that. Don't be silly."

"Cher, come on," he almost whined.

You all left the room, and you yawned, yet your eyes bugged open when you missed your footing, and you braced yourself for the marble floor. But the feeling of strong arms curling around you caused me to look up, finding Dean's handsome-

Handsome? Face. Just face. 

-Face close to your own. You subtly gulped, and Dean's eyes darted from your lips to anywhere else. Cher watched with a knowing smile. "Can you take her up to my room, Dean?" she asked sweetly, and he nodded slowly, as if in a daze. 

You softly untangled yourself from his hold, turning to your best friend, and hugging her. She smiled, returning the gesture. "Nighty night," you mumbled, sleepily. 

"Nighty night," she repeated with a laugh. 

You made your way up the stairs, but your mind was focused solely on the feeling of Dean's hand holding your arm in case you fell. He opened the door to Cher's room, and you were quick to sit down, unbuckling your shoes. You were in such a tired stupor that you barely registered the fact that you began to slip your dress straps off your shoulders. 

"HOLY SHIT, Y/N!" Dean yelled, seeing you about to pull the dress off. 

"Wha- OH MY GOD!" you scrambled, ripping the dress back up. Dean spun around, giving you privacy as he heaved a breath. "This is so embarrassing..."

"Y/N, it's-...it's okay, alright?" he calmed, and you sighed. "I'll give you some privacy." He walked to the door, but you kept your back to him, eyelids shut from complete humiliation. Your heart thumped a thousand times faster when you heard him softly bid, "Sweet dreams."

Dean closed the door with a soft click, and you fell onto Cher's bed, burying your burning face into the pink comforter. "I will forever die in embarrassment. Dean Horowitz nearly saw me fucking naked," you whined to yourself.

Outside the door, Dean leant on the door, rubbing his hands down his face. "Geez, Y/N. What are you doing to me?"