Authors note: my parents just left so I thought I might as well write another chapter. So here's chapter 2! Hope you like!!!
Chapter 2She decided to go to club 28, it was a new club in Vegas that opened a week ago. So far no crimes had ever happened so it seemed like a safe choice.
She got there at 11:00 in the evening so luckily the line wasn't very long. After 15 minutes she was first in line, she showed her ID to the guard at the door and she was in.
The club actually looked pretty nice. There was a large dance floor, a bar with bar stools with black and brown leather. The bar itself was made out of wood and was painted a light brown color. There were a lot of signs at the bar that were actually pretty funny. Such like: "We're not responsible if your shoes get lost or stolen." (A/N: my uncle actually runs a bar, and he has a lot of signs hanging there, this is one of them so I thought it would be fun to put that in the story!!)
In the back were a lot of seats and tables which looked really comfortable. Around every table there was a circle red couch, a lot of them were already occupied, and it looked like most people came here in groups.
Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to come here alone after all. What was she supposed to do by herself?
She almost wanted to go home, but then the conversation in the break room echoed through her head and she decided to stay. She went to the bar thirst, if she would get a drink she would probably loosen up a bit more and maybe even start to relax and meet new people.
"Can I have a bacardi and coke please?", she asked the bartender.
"Sure thing." said the bartender and handed Sara her drink. She took a closer look at the bartender. He had curly dark brown hair up until his neck, his face looked pretty handsome, and his body.. well lets just say she had a hard time trying to keep her jaw from hitting the ground.
"Thank you." she said and handed the bartender a twenty. She seated herself at one of the bar stools and looked around slowly sipping her drink.
"Are you new in town?" the bartender asked after a couple of minutes.
"Na, I've lived here for about six years now."
"All right. So what do you think of this joint so far?"
"I think it's okay, but I don't really have much to compare so…"
"But you said you lived here for about six years right? Have you never been to another club before? Ow can you wait for one second, I have to help a customer. Be right back with you!"
'Well this isn't so bad is it? At least I'm talking to someone.' Sara thought while taking the last of her drink.
"So I'm back again, Thought of an answer yet?"
"Well.. I'm actually pretty much a workaholic, so I never really went out. I'm trying to change that now. I worked nights but my shift got transferred to days now, so I might as well make another change by going out sometime!" she had no idea why she was sharing all this information. But the bartender didn't seem to mind or judge her, he actually looked like he was interested.
"You know," he said while refilling her glass "I think I can help you with that. I'm off at any moment, I actually wasn't supposed to work tonight, but the guy who was supposed to work got stuck in traffic. Well that's what he says, but I'm pretty sure he just hooked up with some girl. Anyway I'm meeting a couple of friends here, and you can join us if you want. We can teach you all about how to go out. What do you say? And that drink is on me." he said when she wanted to take some cash out of her wallet.
" Thanks. But I don't know, I don't want to intrude or anything. I'm sure your friends wouldn't like a workaholic like me to sit with you."
"Hey you won't be intruding, otherwise I wouldn't have asked now would I. I'm Chris by the way." he said while extending his hand.
"Sara", she said excepting his hand.
"Well it's really nice to meet you Sara", Chris said winking at her. He then looked up when a man begin thirties walked up to the bar. "Well well, look who finally showed up" Chris said to the man.
"I told you terrible traffic" the man said with a smirk on his face.
"Uh-huh" Chris said, sounding not at all convinced. "Sara this is Josh, Josh Sara"
"Nice to meet you Sara" Josh said.
"Likewise"
"Well Sara what do you say we go sit over there by one of the couches?" Chris asked. After Sara's nod he began leading her to one of the couches.
"Wow these are really comfortable!" Sara commented.
"Yeah I know, I picked them out. I was having a really hard time convincing the owner because they cost a lot, but now he's really glad with it, because in all the reviews of the club there was a lot of positive feedback about them."
"Well I can understand why. So are you a fulltime bartender or do you do something else?"
"I'm behind the bar 3 times a week, and I'm also a dance teacher."
"Really a dance teacher? When I was a kid I always wanted to take dancing classes. But I never got the change. Then after awhile I just started free styling on some music with a couple of friends of mine."
"I'm sure you did a great job. I would like to see you freestyle some time though, see if you still got it."
"Well you would never know if I still got it because you've never seen me freestyle before."
"Ahh.. smarty pants aren't we? I'm sure you'll do great, and if not I can always give you those dance classes that you always wanted." Chris said winking at her.
"I think I can manage that" Sara replied with a smile. She was actually really enjoying herself with Chris. He was really nice and not to bad to look at either. If his friends were just like him she might make some new friends.
"So what do you do for living?"
"I'm a CSI"
"Really a CSI, wouldn't expect that from you." Chris said
"Why not?"
"I don't know, I always picture CSI's with glasses and lab coats, and definitely not in leather pants." he said smiling at her. "I guess I should change my picture of them now that I've met you"
"I guess you should then." she said smiling back at him.
"Hey my friends are here!" Chris said, "Hey guys over here!!" he shouted.
A group of 4 people headed their way. Three guys and one girl.
"Hey Chris," the girl said "whose your friend?"
"Guys this is Sara, she's a recovering workaholic and would love to have us help her to turn her into a party girl" Chris said.
"Okay, well in that case I'm Riley, and I absolutely wouldn't mind to help you. You came to the right crowd girl!" Riley said while sitting next to Sara and putting an arm around her shoulder. "These boys are Matt, Russel but we call him Russ, and Daniel." She pointed to the three guys.
"Nice to meet you Sara, and don't worry you're in good hands." Matt said, while shaking her hand. After Russ and Daniel also shook her hand. They sat down and started talking.
Sara felt pretty relaxed actually, this wasn't so bad as she thought it would be. She had already met some people who wouldn't mind talking with her, and actually showed interest in her.
After three hours of talking, dancing and getting to know each other. Riley decided to make the evening more interesting.
"What do you guys think of a shot competition? Two tequila shots in a row, person who is last to finish has to have an extra shot." Riley asked.
"Sounds like a good idea to me, whose in?" Russ asked.
"I'm in" Matt said. "Me too" Chris said. "Well I never say no to a shot competition, I always win!" Daniel responded.
"What about you Sar?" Riley asked.
"I don't know"
"Come on it will be fun, and your change to be a party girl. When shot competitions are held most of the time there is a lot of audience. It would get your name out there Sar! What do you got to lose anyway?"
"Your right, I came here to crawl out of my shell, so that's what I'm going to do!"
"There you go," Daniel said "now you are probably going to lose but that's okay that happens to everyone the first time." he said trying to reassure her.
"I never said that this was my first tequila shot competition, it's just been awhile. In college I was one of the best!" Sara said.
"O, really? Well then show us what you're made off! Josh!!" Daniel shouted "bring us two tequila bottles and a couple of shot glasses, we're having a little competition!"
Josh brought two tequila bottles and some glasses over to their table. "Knock your selves out" he said, and returned to his spot behind the bar.
A few people gathered around the table, curious about who was going to win and lose.
Chris filled up the shot glasses, "All right, everyone ready?" after he saw everyone nod their heads he started counting "3… 2… 1… " they all drank their shots. To Sara's delight she came in second right after Daniel. Russ lost and had to take another shot.
The second time she came in last and had to take another shot. The third and last time however she got first.
"Okay so you were right, for someone who hasn't joined a shot competition for about ten years, you weren't really that bad." Chris commented her.
"Well thank you, now I'm gonna go to the bathroom I'll be right back." she said. She tried to stand up, but almost immediately fell back on the couch.
"Looks like someone is wasted" Riley said, although she herself obviously had her fair amount of alcohol.
"Okay so It's been awhile since the last time I drank this much, so don't judge me!" she said laughing.
"Don't worry about it Sara, I'll walk with you to the bathroom make sure you go into the right one." Riley said laughing back at her.
When they got back there was some more talking and dancing. And at 6:00 in the morning Sara had collected quite a few phone numbers. With Riley as her coach she was doing pretty well.
At 7:00 the group decided to go home, they called a taxi and managed to cram into it with the six of them. Sara's apartment was the first on the list. After exchanging phone numbers she got out of the cab and stumbled to her apartment. After about 5 minutes she managed to get the door open. Without even taking of her coat off she fell onto her couch and was asleep in a few minutes.