Two shot :D

Based on the song Domino by Jessie J.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Alcohol is an absolutely beautiful thing. It comes in so many different varieties and if you don't like one kind then you just order another and let me tell you, I'm not one to shy away from experimenting different types of drinks. I'm the vodka victorious, the lager legend and most of all the WKD wicked. So given that one of the highlights of my life is drinking, it only makes sense that me and a couple of friends went to one of the party capitals of the world: Magaluf. We'd done Ibiza last year but one of my friend's romantic stints with a man she met while we were there soon cut the trip short and put a great big, male hating stint in our holiday.

"You have got to try this!" A voice squealed beside my ear and I literally had a glass of rather toxic looking blue liquid shoved into my face. Now, I love Emily but she can't half be a lightweight sometimes. We'd only been in this particular club for ten minutes and had found ourselves a nice chilled out spot on the balcony overhanging the expanse of dance floor below. Our plan was to get a little bit tipsy so we could really pull off some wicked shapes and not give a shit what anyone thought. We had actually only arrived yesterday and thanks to an arrangement with a local business we were gaining the villa free of charge on the condition that we worked for them during the day and kept the luxury house clean.

There was five us here in total, including myself. Emily was still sipping at her smurf in a glass while Alicia, Grace and Tops were all leering over the balcony to look out for anything interesting down below. Before you ask, Tops isn't really her name, just a silly drunken nickname that stuck due to her ability to find another upper half part of clothing on a night out. T-shirt swapper just hadn't really stuck, ya know?

"Would you look at the blokes!" Alicia said happily, clasping her hands together in front of her. Typical behaviour of the man eater. Perhaps I could get David Attenborough in and get him to do one of his voiceover things on the mating life of Alicia Marshall. Did they have sluts in the animal kingdom? I could hear Grace and Tops, who is actually called Molly by the way, discussing which one they'd like to get with first. It was all very juvenile but I don't want to sound stuck up because I'm exactly the same...but not with guys.

"Hey, Sian," Grace called as she put her hands on the railing and leant back on her heels, throwing her gaze in my direction. "There's some good looking girls down there too, I wonder if they bat for your team," I couldn't help but laugh and drag myself out of the seat that had become quite comfy. I'd have to check this out for myself. True to her word, when I finally got up and made my way over to the balcony the floor beneath was filled with heaving bodies.

"How can you tell where one begins and the other starts?" Emily's voice said from beside me. I humoured her with a laugh then stepped back.

"What are we waiting for then?" I asked bluntly as I picked two of the shots of cherry vodka up off the tray we'd brought on our arrival. The other four seemed to catch my drift and grabbed their own pair of drinks.

"To Magaluf," Emily slurred, tipping her shots back before any of us could agree.

Once down on the main floor I soon lost Emily, Tops and Alicia in the crowd as they went off to hunt for who they'd be bringing home that night. I wasn't too into bringing the person to my place, it was just kind of awkward in the morning and no, before you think too poorly of me, I'm not one of those people who leaves a note on the pillow before the person can wake up and I'm actually shit as sneaking out so that wouldn't suit me too well either. No, I'm really nice and sometimes even make them breakfast. I suppose it softens the blow of a one night stand but hey, I am only twenty, it's how I'm meant to be. Like you've never done it.

Of all of my friends that had come with me this time round, Grace was the one I got on best with. It had taken the others a little while to adjust after I came out but I think they already had their assumptions. It may have taken me a while to assure Emily that I wouldn't come onto her but it become more of a playful joke when I'd sneak up behind her and give her a cheeky arse squeeze but they accepted who I was and that really is how you know who your best friends are. Grace had been brilliant and given me reassurance on how to approach my parents. Her sister's a lesbian who's happily married with two beautiful kids. My dad wasn't very acceptant and my mum didn't really care. But as long as they didn't completely write me out of their will I was dandy.

"God, she's gorgeous," I heard Grace say and followed her gaze. The person who'd she'd pointed out was truly ravishing with a dress that barely covered the best bits of the female anatomy and long strawberry blonde hair that was falling from her loose bun. Grace herself wasn't a lesbian but she was like my right hand woman and had a wicked taste. She'd actually been in a serious relationship with a soldier but I think the worry and stress of him never being around finally got to her and they came to the conclusion it was a smart decision to call it off. She hadn't been heartbroken because he hadn't broken her heart. It was for the best.

"She's not gay," I said simply. Grace shrugged, knowing as well as I did what could happen after people got enough alcohol in them and Grace had assured me that every girl was a little curious if you got on their good side. I could see Grace was about to tell me this when suddenly a voice rang out over the speakers of the club, strong and clear over the thundering music.

"Hello Magaluf!" The voice yelled. Though the person, who was surprisingly female, was probably only speaking normally into the device that caused her voice to resound around the entire establishment. There was a deafening cheer from the crowd and I could feel myself calling along with it. "Who's the lucky fuckers who are going to be dancing 'til sunlight?" She asked again, causing a similar roar of drunken calls from the crowd. I was looking around, trying to figure where the voice was actually coming from and paused in my tracks when I actually did find it. Atop a large stage like platform stood a young woman who couldn't have been any older than me with long, mussed brown hair that flowed out from beneath a caps perched on the crown of her head. Her headphones only covered one ear while the other rested on the side of her head.

"Fuck me," I heard Grace mutter at my side and found myself only nodding dumbly. When the strobes hit her, I saw the flash of blue in her eyes and the cheeky smile holding dazzling white teeth. She was dressed in camo shorts and a sleeveless shirt that stopped half way up her midrift. She was a fucking Goddess who was currently causing me to wonder what else she could do with those hands besides drop a track. "You have to get up there and speak to her," Grace said into my ear. I turned to her sharply. Was she nuts?

"You can't just go up to the DJ, Grace," I responded wearily, pushing my hands back into the tangles of blonde hair.

"I don't care if you can't, Sian, you are," She implored. I swallowed and caught my lip between my teeth. Her face then lit up and I felt her fingers close around my arm. She'd had an idea. Good lord, here we go. "Wet t-shirt contest!"

"I'm sorry?" I stammered. If Grace wanted to do one of those then it was up to her.

"You, put yourself down for it then get up there," She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm not really one for making my clothes so skin tight that everyone can see what I got," I said lowly but the look on her face held an expression that was pure Shut up and do it. Just then a man walked past us and Grace grabbed his arm. He looked startled but then smiled.

"How you doi-" He began but Grace scowled.

"What's the DJs name?" She asked quickly. The man looked startled.

"I think it's something Webster," He replied. I sighed. A second name was no good. "Sacha, maybe," He added then his eyes moved to me. "Can I buy you a drink?" He called over the beat. I sighed and shook my head.

"No, but I'm sure Grace does," I called back before smirking cheekily and weaving off through the crowd. I felt rather free out here despite the crowds of people that must have been somewhere between five hundred and a thousand. A thin layer of smoke layered the air and the potential thought that I may actually get to speak to the luscious DJ was a wonderful prospect. The music shook the speakers around me and I knew she was in control of it, her hands and musically trained mind working those tracks like a second nature. So what if it wasn't the most skilful job in the business. How many business men or women could get thousands of people jumping up and down in the air to something they'd created? But how the fuck was I honestly going to get up onto that stage?

Frowning, I looked around to see how close to the stage I was. If I tried and leapt the barriers on either side I'd probably be arrested and as Jay from the Inbetweeners had once said: Foreign police and I certainly wasn't putting a bribe where the sun didn't shine. This girl must have struck me as something special because honest to god, I had never done this much to meet a girl before. It was like the thundering of the beat of the music was a contrast to my own beating in my chest, making my heart quicken. When the crowd moved sometimes I could catch a glimpse of her atop her podium. Well, stage, but I was certainly putting her on a podium.

Biting my tongue between my teeth, I shuffled through the mass of people a little more until I was closer. She was even better looking up close but she looked so engrossed in her discs that the fixation in her eyes almost made me shudder. I wanted her to look at me like that and god, did I want to know what those hands could do to me! And then she looked up and out into the crowd. Piercing blue eyes looking straight at...me? No way.

She smirked.

God I wanted this girl to come home with me tonight.