*Author's note at the bottom :)

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The strobe lights were giving her a headache. The six tequilas weren't helping, either. And her feet hurt from dancing so much. But somehow, everything felt completely right. She reached her arms back and wrapped them around her dancing partner's neck, her back to him as they grinded together. The dance floor was crowded with couples, each doing their own enticing movements.

Her partner slid his hands up under her shirt so they rested on her bare waist, something she would normally never allow after only a few minutes, but tonight she planned on being reckless, even more than she'd been as a teenager. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, and he copied her, leaning forward so his head rested on hers. He had the perfect opportunity to kiss her neck, and she couldn't resist moaning when he gently began to suck just above her collarbone.

She knew he longed to continue, trail his kisses to her jawline and meet her lips, but the fabric of her mask prevented him from doing so. That was the point. None of the party-goers that night could see each other's faces, unless, of course, they engaged in more intimate activities. That meant no one could be identified, traced, or held responsible for anything they did that night. It was perfect.

At some point she stumbled and he steadied her, likely realizing she wasn't entirely sober. She could hold her drinks, sure, but she hadn't done something like this in a while. She couldn't remember the last time she was at a club, let alone a masked party. With all the time she was spending taking care of Adrian, she never got a chance.

"Let me take you home," he whispered in her ear, his breath a nice breeze against her flushed skin.

She pulled away. Stopped dancing. "I'd love to," she said breathlessly, "but I really can't." So much for being reckless. But all she really wanted to do now was sleep.

He reached for her again, cupping her face in his hand and stroking her cheek through the mask. "You sure?"

"I'm sure."

She gently pried his hand from her face and held it a minute, before letting go and searching for the exit. He called after her. "I never got your name."

She turned back to him, teasing with her eyes. She was having way too much fun with this. "That's on a need to know basis." The corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk. "And you don't need to know."

He chuckled and shook his head, obviously bewildered and impressed at the same time by this woman he'd met only a few hours ago. He held up his hand in a wave, his way of saying goodbye, as she turned away and pushed her way through the jumble of people to the door.

She had nearly taken off her mask as she approached her car, but then she saw the slip of paper wedged to her windshield. She swore loudly, not caring who heard. She grabbed the parking ticket and held it tight in her fist as she slid into the driver's seat, then shoved it in her purse and resolved to look at it in the morning, possibly after she'd taken some medicine for the hangover she was sure to have.

Just as she revved up the engine and prepared to drive off, her cell phone rang. She flipped it open and held it to her ear, just as a man's voice came on.

"Finally. We've been trying to reach you two all night."

"I was at a friend's party." Well, it was half true. "Wait, two?"

"Yeah. You mean she's not there with you?"

"Who?"

There was some muffled talking on the other end. Another man, a deep voice she recognized instantly.

"We haven't been able to contact Natalie either, Sharona."

[A/N] So I really wanted to try something new, and I always thought Natalie and Sharona deserved a spin off series of their own, so here we go. For the record, this isn't a Sharona/Natalie ship. Just friends, although they'd be adorable together, let's not lie to ourselves.

It's rated T... for now. I haven't done anything really M before but now seemed a good enough time to start, if ever. Don't forget to favorite and review, it lets me know there's interest in this story :)