"Um... you sure you don't want to slow down?"
You gave your best friend a pointed look and snorted, rolling your eyes. Curling a seductive finger toward the bartender, you silently ordered him to refill your shot glass. The black light illuminating from the table made the liquid glow a bright apple green.
Tonight, you were set on drinking a rainbow of colors, scattering into the lasers and strobe lights, and disappearing within the crowds of writhing bodies on the dancefloor.
Luhan put his hand over the shot glass before you could bring it to your lips. "Look, I know that you're pissed off. I get it. Kris was a jerk to you-"
"Ah ah ah!" You waved your hands to make him stop. Kris was your asswipe of an ex-boyfriend. The bastard decided to break up with you- on your birthday! Who fucking does that?
"We do not speak of shitty ass orders of Chinese takeout here," you continued, tapping your manicured nails on the bar table for emphasis.
Luhan's mouth set in a straight line and he looked you dead in the eye. "You know, I'm Chinese too."
Oh. Right. "What I'm trying to say is," you went on, "You're not allowed to say his name. I don't want to hear anything about that man! I'm going to forget who he was and what he did to me."
"But downing vodka until you knock yourself unconscious is not the way to deal with a break up."
"Fine." You took a step back and nodded toward the shot glass. "You drink it."
"What?" He laughed. "No way. One of us needs to be able to think straight tonight."
"Take the shot, and I promise that I'll stop... for now." Whether or not Luhan actually heard that last part over the deafening music, he licked his lips and brought the glass toward his mouth. You felt something warm in the very pit of your stomach as he tilted his head back and exposed his bare neck. His adam's apple bobbed as he drank the toxic-looking alcohol. Luhan looked absolutely... delicious.
He set the glass back down on the table, wincing from the burn of vodka. You smiled darkly and grabbed his hand. "Let's dance."
If he yelled in protest, it was drowned out by the pulsing bass and electric riffs. You pushed through the tangled bodies until you and Luhan were standing somewhere towards the middle. Pressing yourself against his chest, you closed your eyes and let yourself succumb to the music.
This was what you wanted: being completely immersed in a sea of distractions. Colors whizzed by too quickly for your mind to comprehend and you could feel the vibrations of the bass shaking your soul. But Luhan wasn't moving.
"Ya!" you yelled up at him. Placing a hand on the side of his face, you leaned back on his shoulder and spoke into his ear. "Dance with me! I know you can dance!"
"I... I don't know where my boundaries are right now."
"Fuck boundaries," you slurred. With a whine, you wrapped your arms behind his neck and slid down his front. "Dance with me."
Immediately, Luhan's hands flew to your hips to bring you back up. You smirked, knowing full well what you had just grazed over. Your arms dropped to hold his hands in place, satisfied with where they had landed.
"Help me forget him," you purred into his ear. "I don't even want to remember his name."
So you started again. You danced up against him until you finally felt his grip tighten. Slowly, he began grinding against you as well. This went on for god knows how long. Everything was blurring together thanks to all the alcohol in your system.
The two of you made small trips off the dancefloor every so often to keep hydrated. Luhan forced you to sip on water while he took shots of alcohol himself. The little hypocrite. But every time you tried to complain, he slid a hand around your waist and lead you back into the ocean of people. Whatever. You were drunk enough as is.
And apparently, so was Luhan. The things the two of you did- pressed up against each other and writhing with the rest of the crowd- were utterly sinful. Boundaries be damned. His fingers possessively dug into your skin-tight mini dress, while your hands travelled from his neck to tangle themselves into his hair.
He made no attempt to hide his growing erection in his pants. In fact, he pushed your ass down and rolled his hips expertly to receive the friction he so desperately needed. You were only too happy to oblige as he sent chills down your spine from blowing into your ear.
This wasn't dancing with your best friend anymore- this was public sex with your clothes still on. Luhan slowed down his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rocked you from side to side, whispering something that you couldn't understand even if your life depended on it. You were about to tell him to speak up because you're at a fucking club and like hell were you going to understand him with all this noise, but he began pulling you off the dancefloor without a response.
Everything was getting fuzzy and blurring together into a mess of bright colors and moving shapes. Trusting Luhan, you let him guide you out of the crowd until you found yourself in a dark corner. This wasn't the bar. Wasn't he leading you back for more drinks?
Suddenly, you felt hands on the small of your back, your pelvis pressed against his hard on, and soft lips sucking on yours. Oh, this feels nice. You were being walked backwards until you felt your shoulders hit a wall.
Your mouth opened in a gasp and Luhan took this opportunity to insert his tongue. He tasted like a variety of alcohols, one of them being the sour apple vodka you made him drink earlier, and it was intoxicating. He pulled back. Both of you panted as you stared into each other's glazed-over eyes. Leaning down, Luhan growled into your neck as his fingers traveled south to play with the hem of your dress.
"You don't want to remember him, right? Not even his name?"
Your mind was working sluggishly as you felt his hands against the flesh of your thighs.
"Yes," you breathed out, holding onto his shoulders for support, wanting so badly for him to just touch you higher.
Finally slipping a hand under the fabric of your dress, you moaned, hearing his hungry voice echo all around you.
"Then I'll make you forget his name."