Disclaimer – I don't own any of the ER characters.
part 1
Abby stood at my door smiling. She wore a very long shimmering dress that really showed off her curves. She looked at me critically and frowned
"why aren't you dressed up? it's a club we're going to not a med school lecture" I looked down at my t-shirt, jacket and trousers even I had to admit that stood next to her, I did look like I was headed for a lecture.
"Alright I'll change but I don't think I have anything suitable" I went in to my room and opened my wardrobe doors with Abby close behind. She peered in looking at my collection of pressed t-shirts, smart trousers and a few saris. Then she noticed something at the very back, a dress I'd brought on an impulse a couple of years ago. It was very small and gold. Abby pulled it out and smiled triumphantly, she left the room as I put it on. It felt very weird wearing something so skimpy, I looked in to mirror and almost didn't recognise the person the person staring back. Slowly I pulled the band from my hair and watched as the soft curls fell around me shoulders, I could hardly believe that this was me – Neela Regostra
Part 2
The club was packed, pop music blared from various speakers around the room. I sat on a chair at the bar watching my work colleagues dancing around hyper actively. Every so often one of them would come up to me and try and persuade me to dance with them, every time I politely declined. I felt very self-conscious in my skimpy gold dress. A man I didn't recognize sidled up to me, and smiled a sweet smile. He was very good looking with sandy brown hair and large brown eyes.
"Would you like a drink?" his voice was soft and kind "just a cola please" he walked to the other end of the bar and spoke to the bar man in a whisper, I couldn't make out what he was saying. He brought me back the cola and smiled taking a seat next to me. We both started to sip our drinks silently. By drink tasted different but it was probably a cheap brand they used. We both finished our drinks and placed them back on the bar
"would you like a dance?" he asked so sweetly that I just couldn't say no. I nodded my head and together we moved towards the dance floor, we slow danced despite the fact that the song was a lively dance track. I could feel the eyes of my friends watching as we moved together. Unlike most men he kept his hands high back and didn't even try to move them lower. After a few songs we went back to the bar and again he ordered the drinks, again he did it in a low whisper. He brought the drink back. I didn't even look at the drink because despite only knowing Ollie a few minutes I trusted him. I sipped at the liquid and almost choked it wasn't cola. It wasn't to sure what it was though. I didn't want to accuse him of giving me alcohol. He kept giving me these drinks though. After a while my head started to spin, the music seemed to increase in volume and I felt sick.
"Home. I want to go home" my words were very slurred, it didn't even sound like my voice. He smiled at me
"alright. Would you like me to walk you?" I nodded and we left the club. As we got neared to my house, he put his arm around me like he was supporting me. We reached my door and I turned to him
"goodbye Ollie" I smiled at him and started up the stairs but I felt something pull me back
"what do you mean goodbye?" Ollie's voice had changed it was no longer soft it was hard and gravely
"oh honey, don't I deserve to come in after all you've been leading me on all night. All the seductive dancing" I just looked at him immediately my head cleared. What did he mean seductive dancing? I was slowly dancing like I had when I went to school dances. I started to move again and got to my door. I put the key in to lock and unlocked it going in side. I went to close the door put something pushed it open again – he forced his way in pushing me against a wall.