A/N: Just an idea I had, lemme know if you like it and if I should continue. I felt inspired listening to some club music; you might want to listen to some while you read to feel the same vibe. Thanks for reading.

Chapter One

"Alright ladies and lads, two rules for tonight: one, get fucked up, and two, don't fall in love with the DJ," Cook shouted over the thumping bass. He was standing at the bar with a round of shots set before him. He grabbed two and chugged them down, slamming the glasses down when he finished. He wiped away the tequila that had escaped onto his chin with his sleeve.

"That's disgusting, Cook, the DJ's a girl!" Katie grimaced before swallowing down her own set of shots. "Fuck, that's cheap."

"Don't be such a pussy, babes." A toothy grin appeared on his smug face. "C'mon Emilio, drink up! Nothing's here to get in the way of tonight being tip top, yeah?"

Emily remembered nodding and the initial burn of the alcohol. It was many shots and bottles later into the evening, the burn just a distant memory now. Originally, Emily had not wanted to go out tonight; there was a pile of textbooks waiting for her on her bedstand. Somehow, her twin, Katie managed to successfully play the guilt card for the millionth time. Cook refused to go to the club without Freddie for whatever irrational reason, and Freddie would not go out without a date, so Katie had dragged Emily along with them.

May as well try and enjoy the night... Emily feigned a smile and downed her two shots quickly. She coughed lightly and felt Cook clap her on the back. "There ya go, babes. Have anotha'!" He pressed another glass to her lips and she obliged. The burn was almost a nice distraction from everything else in her life that she would rather not think about.

"Freds, let's show these ladies a proper time." Cook threw his arm over his best friend's shoulder and chuckled. Freddie was high as a kite, disinterested in drinking, but agreed that dancing would be appropriate. Each of the boys took one of the girls hands and led them to the dance floor. It was not long before the four of them blended into the crowd of grinding teenagers. Emily could feel herself getting buzzed, feeling delightful enough to ignore the nasty boner pressing into her back. At least he's not trying to snog me, Emily thought.

Emily was tired of dancing and needed to take a break. The strobe lights were starting to agitate her. She turned around and wrapped her hand around Freddie's neck. He must've thought she was about to kiss him because he was leaning in but Emily was alert enough to quickly move her head to his ear. "I'll be back in a moment, I need a fag." Her voice was more hoarse than usual due to the late hour and having to raise her voice anytime she needed to say something throughout the night.

"Want me to go with you?" He shouted over the music.

"No, you stay. I'll be back."

Freddie must have been long gone in his own world, because he just nodded and smiled delightfully as if he understood everything in the world. Normally he would have followed her to make sure she was safe; He was very protective and cautious in his nature, unlike Cook, but for now, such was not the case.

She ignored the pervy stares that crept over her body as she pushed through the crowd. She almost decked a guy for intentionally grazing her ass as she passed, but decided that the consequences would not be worthwhile. Instead, Emily traced the wall with her hand until she found an exit. She immediately inhaled the fresh air. There was a firepit in the smoker's area. Many people were crowded around it, stubbornly smoking in the chilly air. She could see the fog of air as she exhaled.

She reached inside the pocket of her jeans. "Fuck." Empty. Emily cursed the club goers under her breathe.

"Problem?" A blonde with striking blue eyes appeared beside Emily.

"Um, yeah," Emily glanced over the stranger. The other girl was wearing leather pants and a sleeveless white-tshirt with "Sex Pistols" spray-painted across her chest. "Someone jacked my fags." Emily sighed. Simultaneously, Emily was completely oblivious to all the stares they were getting from the people surrounding them. She also missed the glare the blonde had shot back at them until they looked away. When she made eye contact again, the blonde's eyebrow was raised at her.

"Fuckers," the blonde spat. "Here," she pulled a pack out of her pocket and opened it, holding it out for Emily to take.

"It's your last," Emily commented.

"I can count." The blonde smirked.

Emily blushed. "share it?"

"Deal." The blonde watched as Emily pulled the fag out and held it up between her delicate fingers, to her lips. The blonde then smoothly lit the fag and watched as Emily closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled the nicotine. She bit her lip at the attractive sight but recovered just as quickly.

Emily opened her eyes and passed the fag over. "Cheers." The blonde took a drag and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Emily."

"Emilyyy..." The blonde drew it out and looked as though she were thinking it over. "Pretty, I like it." She passed the fag back after taking another drag, smiling at Emily as she exhaled.

Emily felt her cheeks get hot. She thinks my name is pretty! Wait, what the fuck?! Emily had not realized she was trying to impress the woman. Normally she did not stand so straight or inhale the smoke so deeply before exhaling. Emily coughed, eliciting a laugh from the blonde.

"I got to get back in there, you can finish it off," the blonde started to walk toward the door.

Something made Emily ask, "Friends waiting on you?"

"Something like that..." The blonde smirked before heading inside.

FUCK. I didn't get her name. Emily wondered for a while what the mysterious blonde's name was while she finished off the smoke. She felt refreshed enough to go back inside and began her search for Freddie, Cook, and Katie. It took her a while but once she found them in the middle, she also found a new enthusiasm for dancing.

Over the loudspeakers they heard a break in the beat. "This one's for Emily," the DJ announced. "I Like It" by Enrique Inglesias started to play. The crowd cheered and started dancing along to the new rhythm. Emily froze in her place.

"Fucking hell, Emilio, did you go for a fag or a fuck?" Cook shouted, grinning cheekily.

Emily looked around for the DJ booth and sure enough, the blonde was working hard scratching and mixing with special headphones over her ears.

Katie managed to push Cook away and cut between Emily and Freddie. She yelled at her sister, "What the fuck, Emily?! You promised, no lezza shit!" Katie punched Emily in the shoulder angrily.

"Oh fuck off, Katie, we just shared a fag." Emily could not help but smile toward the end of her sentence.

"You're fucking nobody and she's the fucking DJ. It's not going to happen, you should just forget about it!" Katie shouted.

Emily suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious and intimidated by the blonde. She had remembered the blonde smirking at her, maybe she was secretly mocking her. Emily's mood deflated. "You're such a bitch, Katie." Emily did not even have the energy to shout it so Katie did not even hear her over the music.

"What?!"

"Just forget it. I'm going home."

"What about Freddie?"

"What about Freddie?" Emily shrugged carelessly.

"Fuck you!" Katie yelled.

"Fuck you right back." Emily turned around to leave, ignoring the punch to her other shoulder and the slur of curse words uttered in her direction.