notes: It seems like your author has been making it a habit to post late. Tsk tsk tsk
notes2: And apparently, to repay you, she also posted a short one-shot (Really sorry for its length, but, like the last one-shot, this was made in a moment of inspiration and I couldn't add anything anymore).
notes3: Buuuutttt, she is finishing 3 one-shots (yes, at the same time), and they are all something to look forward to (even I'm excited to finish them). The next one-shot is so long it took me almost a month to finish it (and counting).
notes4: Thank you to those who put this in their Favorites/Alerts list and those who reviewed (QueenP19, km28ave, wolfhead, 1fairytaillover, JackQuake, LinkLover123, Moggadeet, misstirius, Yuni-sama, xxJcc161xx, GoldenRoseTanya, Lucy Ashley from Fairy Tail, xXLovelyAnimeLoverXx, PhoenixBear, and Kitty Redheart)! I don't know how you guys put up with me lol
notes5: This one-shot is about one of them being intoxicated, and I don't exactly know where that came from.
disclaimer: Does Mashima spend every moment of his life thinking that Natsu and Lucy should totally just kiss already? Okay, there's a possibility that he does, but I don't think he writes fanfiction. Soooo, no, I'm not Mashima-san and therefore, I do not own Fairy Tail.
summary: Because under the hazy lights and loud music, she was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

The walls shook with the intense vibrations from the stereos of the club. Neon lights swam in all directions of his eyesight, making him dizzy just by looking at them. The rock music blared too loud in his ears that intensified the pounding in his head. A shot of whiskey remained half-full on his table, him never touching it again after his last sip. He was already buzzed enough to last him for the night.

He didn't want to be here (much) anyway. The sounds were far too loud for his liking (it didn't help that he had sensitive hearing), and the whole place was a room full of alcohol-induced, tightly-clad people just waiting to jump on the stranger next to them. But, he sighed as he looked around the mass of heads, his best friend was here, and he couldn't very well leave her to herself in a place like this. His eyes searched the dance floor and cursed. Damn, he lost her again.

"Who are you looking for, Natsu?" A high-pitched voice was heard in front of him, followed by a giggle. He looked up to see his blond companion gazing down at him, eyes too glossy and hazy to be anywhere near sober.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, eying her warily.

She smiled widely. "Maybe a little." She walked closer to him. "So, who?" A flirtatious smirk curled her lip-glossed lips. "A person to take home?"

He scowled as she sat on the chair across his. "No," he said, "I was looking for a blond best friend who shouldn't be left alone."

"Oh, come on, Natsu." Her quiet laughters hung in the air as she hit him on the shoulder lightly. "Cheer up and have fun."

He shook his head. "I don't think so." His idea of fun was playing a sport or kicking Gray's ass. This was not his kind of fun.

The bright glint in Lucy's eyes did not disappear. If ever, it glowed more. "Why don't you go to the dance floor?"

He briefly looked at the flashing squares of the lively dance floor before giving the obviously-too-intoxicated-to-stand-up-straight girl a deadpan look. "You want me to grind with drunk, sexually active girls?"

She giggled again, and he started to get annoyed at the sound. "No, silly." Her hands grabbed his, dragging him to the lighting floor. "I want you to dance with me."

Seeing no point in struggling (Lucy always got what she wanted, after all), he sighed in resignation and let her pull him.

The first thing he noticed upon arrival at the dance floor was the crazy lights flashing everywhere. The second was the music that seemed to shake his whole being. The third was Lucy bumping his hip with hers. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Just do the same thing, Natsu," she said, "It's how you dance." Groaning inwardly, he put little effort in imitating Lucy, obvious on his face that he was not enjoying any of this. Then his best friend grabbed both his hands and started swinging them both around, and he found that Lucy's excitement was so infectious he couldn't stop the grin on his face as he danced (more enthusiastic this time, actually putting effort). Not before long, they were bumping hips together and swinging each other around and shaking their bodies and just plain having fun. He didn't even seem to mind the dizzying lights and the pumping music anymore. All he thought was how Lucy looked so damn beautiful under the haziness and stuffiness of the disco club.

Then the lights dimmed more on the dance floor, the music slowing down to soft, flowing jazz, and he barely comprehended when Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers. "Uh, Luce?" he asked, hiding his blush under the whitewashing lights.

"Shhh," Lucy said, resting her head on his chest, "Don't ruin the moment."

He hesitantly circled his arms around the curves of her waist, looking away as he did. Still, it didn't mean he didn't like it. Because what was not to like with being able to hold the girl you like in your arms?

"Hey, Natsu." Lucy's soft voice brought him back to the romantic atmosphere of the club. She looked up to him, body still pressed against his. She smiled at him (in a sincere, sweet Lucy-esque way), and the look on her face seemed completely sober at that moment, without any hints of alcoholic dazes and glazed eyes. "I like you, you know."

Shock flitted in his features. But before he could respond ("I like you, too, Luce. For a while now actually. But would you believe I was nervous to ask you out? Me, the Natsu Dragneel, is afraid to ask his best friend to be his girlfriend even though many people already told him she liked him and—"), Lucy closed her eyes and lifted herself up, pressing her lips to his. After a moment of processing (he swore his mind blanked out and short-circuited at the sudden contact), his lips moved to return the kiss, tightening his hold around her.

It was ironic how the best moment of his life happened at the place he hated the most.

notes: GAH, why is this so short?!
notes2: This is totally random, I know.
notes3: But I still hope you guys liked it.
notes4: Remember, the more you like it (and you tell me you did), the faster I could finish those 3 wonderful one-shots! (I'm not even being subtle by putting some lame pun out there lol) Make me drunk with your revie—nah, just kidding!