Disclaim.
Eli
The way you wrap those boys around your finger
Eli leaned against the bar, toward the back of the club in comparison to the stage, drinking a soda while he watched as the girl danced. The light cut off so it wasn't focused on her anymore, though Eli didn't really care why. He watched as she hopped down into the crowd fluidly and danced through the crowd with every guy that wanted to dance with her, but never for more than a few beats. She would wink or smile playfully at them before moving on to the next man that wanted to dance with her. They all wanted her, but she didn't really let them have her. She had a following, that was obvious. And all the males in the place that were straight, and some that weren't, were wrapped around her fingers, playing into the palm of her hand. A guy spun her around by the hand and she let go to walk away smiling a bit at him. Eli gasped as she faced him, finally able to to see who was dancing as she spun back to another guy.
"Clare?" He was shocked. Saint Clare? Really?
She heard him over the music, though he would never be able to know how, or maybe she didn't, and looked right at him. She smiled and waved at the guy she had just been dancing with as she danced her way to Eli. She danced with other guys just like before, but to Eli it felt like it took forever for her to get to him. She stopped in front of him, swaying to the beat.
"Dance with me?" she half asked as she grabbed his hand. She pulled lightly and he couldn't just say no to her. He followed her, drink gone. She faced him and was a little closer than she had been with the others. She danced with him longer than anyone else thus far. "I'll be back later." She winked at him like she had the others. He went back to the bar watching as she danced her way through the crowd. When she came to a guy that was taller than Eli with longish hair, he watched as she danced with him differently then with the others. She knew him and felt comfortable enough to be much closer to him and facing him, smiling.
"She's something, isn't she?" one of the bartenders said from behind him, drying a glass.
"Huh?" Eli said spinning around.
"Clare. She's something. She started about a month ago, though we had more dancers at that point. Tonight is her first Friday on the floor alone. She basically owns the Friday night scene now," the bartender explained. "She gets the crowd going and gets guys to start dancing with girls. The more they dance, the more they drink, though we don't let them have more than two beers, or three shots in a given hour. Water or soda after that for a time. We don't need them drunk off their asses. We're the only bar in the area like that, and our customers like that about us, actually." The guy was rambling somewhat. Eli raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Why are you telling me this?" The bartender shrugged.
"I was just trying to make conversation. It's still early in the night, so we aren't that busy yet, and I have another girl working, so my hands are free." He chuckled and Eli shook his head. "But she's sort of off limits," he said in all seriousness.
"What are you talking about?" Eli gave him a funny look.
"Clare. The guy she was just dancing with like ten seconds ago is Jake. He's her boyfriend, though the people of the club don't know this. He comes out after school every weekend, thus far, to see her and support her. It didn't matter over the summer. They were here visiting his cousin when she got the job."
"That's why he looked familiar!" Eli exclaimed. It was the bartenders turn to look at Eli funny. "Jake's in my year at school. I know he's dating Clare..." Eli trailed off. 'Way to bring me along for no reason, Clare,' Eli thought angrily. 'Thought you guys had broken up..."
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