After a talkative dinner, my family decided to head on over to the dance hall, where most people went to dance off their excellent dinner to tunes like the mambo. It didn't seem like a bad idea, so I tagged along and decided that it would probably be pretty fun, at least I'd give it a go and see how it turned out. Only problem was, it seemed like Shane wanted to be surgically attached to my hip, and he followed my around everywhere I went.
Soon, I wanted to strangle the boy. If not that, then at least escape to the bathroom before another song started up. If it hadn't been for the space that was pretty much required to be between us, I swear I would have reached over and tried to kill Shane with my bare hands. Thank God another song started, or I would have been forced to slam his head against the wall.
"Mambo!" Shane exclaimed enthusiastically, grabbing my hands and pulling me back to the dance floor. I knew that my dancing ability wasn't the greatest, but he had already stepped on my feet four times that night, and I really didn't think that my toes could take much more. But, knowing that I didn't have much of a choice, I sucked it up and followed him toward the center of the floor. I really didn't want to do this, yet I thought I probably would be on the dance floor for another few songs, so the mambo didn't seem that bad.
Out of nowhere, two figures took the dance floor by storm, beginning a perfect mambo routine. I recognized one of the people immediately, it was that Jeff person. His purple hair was pulled tightly back into a low ponytail, and he was fully decked out in a black tuxedo, but if it wasn't for that purple hair I was positive that I wouldn't have known who he was. The other person was a young woman with blonde hair, wearing a white dress that hardly reached her knees and puffed upward whenever she spun around. I completely lost interest in dancing the mambo myself, as did most people on the floor, and focused my attention toward the dancing couple.
Over to my right, I heard Shane snort slightly, but it didn't draw my attention toward him. "Those are the dance people, Jeff Hardy and Torrie Wilson. They're here to entertain the guests" he said, a rather disgusted tone to his voice. "If they keep that up, they'll never sell the guests." I wasn't completely paying attention to Shane, and I could tell that he finally realized that when he shut his mouth for the first time that evening.
Suddenly, the two looked up and over to their left, then cut their dance short and walked over to two guests and merely began dancing with them. I wondered why they had stopped, but I was pretty sure that it had something to do with what Shane had mentioned, what with entertaining the guests of the hotel. I didn't take much notice, because Shane was trying to get me to continue the dance with him, but I was very reluctant.
My mother and father danced their way on over to us, huge smiles on their faces. I was glad that at least some people were having fun on their first night here. I watched as they stopped at our sides and my father glanced down at me, "enjoying yourself?" he questioned with a smile. Nodding slightly, I looked at floor, as I knew that if he saw the look in my eyes then he'd know that I was lying. Well, it was somewhat true, I had enjoyed watching Jeff and Torrie show off their skills to the people, but I had silently wished that it didn't have to end.
"Hey, my dad asked me to help out with the entertainment tonight, you want to help?" Shane asked with a grin. Oh how I wanted to shake my head and go hide in the bedroom, but my dad spoke first, saying that I would love to help out. I could have killed him that very moment, but I was pushed out of the room and toward the meeting hall too quickly to do so. I'd get my father back before we went home in three and a half weeks, he could be sure of that.
Before I knew it, I was looking out toward a crowd of a few hundred people. Only problem, I was looking at them all sideways, as I was being 'chopped' in half for the so-called entertainment in a silly magic act. I wondered why people couldn't see that this was entirely fake; did they really think that I was being cut right through my stomach? Oh well, I'd get out of this predicament soon enough, then I could get out of this stuffy room and outside.
I didn't enjoy one second of being on that stage, but once I was of that huge room, I was a little better. I decided to take a walk, since I didn't have anything better to do, so I ran up to the room and grabbed my jeans jacket out of the suitcase. Quickly, I brushed down my hair for no reason, and I was out the door within seconds.
As soon as I was out of the hotel, I took a wrong turn and was completely lost. How could I get lost on the hotel property? I guess I had a really bad sense of direction. But, somehow, I managed to find a small white bridge that led to a building, which seemed to shake with the beat of loud music. I began walking over the bridge, and then I noticed that person in front of me. He had been the guy that unloaded the car, I forgot his name though.
He turned, as if he knew that I was there all of a sudden, and shook his head as he stopped. "What are you doing here?" he asked, struggling with the cases of beer that he held in his arms. I took two of the cases, noticing that he was having some trouble trying to balance all six of them.
"I decided to take a walk" I replied quickly, gripping the cases in either hand and smiling in his direction slightly.
He shook his head, "well go back" he replied quickly, turning to start walking toward the building once again. I handed him the beer cases again, and right away I saw him try to grab them all at once. "Can you keep a secret?" I turned and nodded, again took two of the cases of beers and began to follow him and the sound of the loud music. "Your parents would kill you, Vince would kill me."
We headed up some stairs, and soon reached the door that lead to where all this music was coming from. It seemed like a big, secret party was going on in there, but I wanted to find out for myself. "By the way, I'm Matt" he said as he leaned against the door and pushed it open with his back somewhat skillfully, but he did almost drop a case or two of the beer bottles.
I looked inside as I slipped through the doors, seeing something that I didn't think I would. People paired up in twos were grinding, swiveling their hips, and dancing as close as they could get in the crowded the room. I was sure that I gasped slightly, or at least my breath caught in my throat as I followed Matt through the crowd of people. I got a few stares from the couples, but they soon directed their attention back toward one another and completely forgot about the clumsy girl that held their beer.
Matt was leaning against a table, where he had placed the four beer cases that he was left with, so I followed his lead and put the cases I had been carrying up on the table as well. I looked over at him as he watched the dancing that was going on, actually I think that it would classify was dirty dancing. I gazed at the couples, who seemed to be having a great time, as they looked like they didn't have another care in the world.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Jeff and Torrie pranced into the room, immediately starting to dance to the song that blared over the speakers. I watched intently, trying to take in every step that the two executed perfectly, but my mind jumbled up and soon I forgot the steps and decided it would probably best just to forget about it.
"That's my brother, Jeff, he's the one that got me the job here. And that's Torrie" Matt said loudly, so that I could hear him over the music. I looked over at him, then back to Jeff, trying to find the family resemblance, if there was one to be found. "Hard to tell that we're related, huh?"
I nodded then looked at Jeff and Torrie once again, "they look good together" I replied quickly.
Matt nodded in agreement, "yeah, you'd think they were a couple" he said with a small laugh. I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, he then continued, "they haven't been a couple since we were kids."
I nodded slowly and didn't even realize that Jeff had walked over and was now staring at the side of my face strangely. I got the feeling that someone was watching me, and turned to be met by the face of Jeff Hardy. He was now holding a beer bottle in his hand, but his attention was quickly focused on his brother. "What's she doing here?" he asked, confused as to why a guest would even be in this place to begin with.
Matt looked over at me, his arms crossed and a smile on his face, "she came with me, man. She came with me" he replied smoothly, then proceeded to grab two beers from the table behind him. He extended one toward me, and I quickly decided that there wouldn't be any harm in one beer, so I took it.
"Actually, I carried two cases of beer" I corrected, popping the beer bottle open with my thumb. Jeff shrugged and was quickly back on the dance floor, moving from woman to woman and dancing with nearly everybody else's dance partner that was female. I felt my face grow red as I finally realized what I had just said to that dancer, and felt the need to crawl under the table behind me. I felt like an idiot, and I was sure that Matt could tell.
All of a sudden, I saw Jeff motioning for me to walk over to him on the dance floor with his hand. I quickly looked next to me and behind me, just to make sure that he really wanted me over there and not someone else that he actually knew. He raised his eyebrows and nodded when I pointed to myself in question. So, I figured there wouldn't be anything wrong with dancing with him, and I put down the beer bottle that I had yet to take a sip from.
I was soon learning how to grind properly, and my arms had been placed around Jeff's neck. It wasn't a bad situation; in fact I was enjoying myself. But, the song ended quickly, and Jeff spun me around and was soon out of my sight. I clapped along with everyone else, and tried to spot him over the other people's head. That was out of the question, because he was nowhere in sight. Oh well, the dance had been good while it lasted.