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disclaimer: the song "pump it up" belongs to Joe Budden. and it doesn't go with the story or anything, it's not one of those songs. it's just a song.
Buffy stepped into the club, followed by Kylie. The club was divided up into three floors.
The first one, was the bar area. To the back was where the bar was located, and scattered around were sofas and chairs so that people could sit down and talk.
The second floor, was the dance floor. It was full of strobe (?) lights, and the music that seemed quieter down here, was blasting up there. It was crowded with people jumping and dancing.
And the third was the VIP floor. It was blocked off by tinted windows, so you couldn't see in, and the "very important people" would get their own privacy.
It was one of the coolest clubs that Buffy had ever been to. But, there really was no competition. Back in Sunnydale, the only club they had was the Bronze, and she had never been anywhere's but Sunnydale her whole life.
"Isn't this awesome?" Kylie asked, looking over at Buffy.
Buffy smiled. "Yeah, it is."
"I'm going to head up to the dance floor, you coming?"
Buffy nodded and followed her friend over to the stairs that would lead them to the second floor. Kylie grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her through the crowd of people, to the center.
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 0's in your bank
Then get it one, roll up that stank
And get it one, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late not on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas- do your thing let me do my thang
I mean- do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties- move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon- move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers- do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ- pump p p pump pump it up!
At first Buffy hesitated at letting herself go, but after a few minutes, she just didn't care. All of her problems and worries, they dissapeared.
Buffy had seperated from Kylie, people had come in between them, and now Buffy found herself dancing with two guys, one on either side of her. She brought her hands up to her hair and held it up, before letting it fall down to her shoulders once more.
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentine's Day
My jump off don't aruge or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uhh)
The song hadn't ended yet, but Buffy found herself being dragged away from the dance floor by one of the guys she was dancing with. She didn't protest, not yet at least, she was more so curious as to what he thought she would do.
He led her back down to the main floor, the bar area and sat her down on a sofa. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
She nodded. "I'll have a screwdriver, please." (.:a/n:. I know nothing about alcohol, but I know that this is a drink. So, yes... It is a drink, right? lol)
"One screwdriver coming right up," he said before disappearing.
Buffy looked around at the people chatting away. She knew she looked odd sitting alone, and was hoping he wouldn't take too long at the bar getting her drink. She hadn't even been her a whole song yet, and already a guy was hitting on her. But if he knew she had a kid... That's where the hitting would stop.
"Here you go."
Buffy looked up and smiled at him, taking the drink from his hand. "Thank you... I didn't get your name..."
"Ryan," he said, sitting beside her. "And you?"
"Buffy," she said, taking a sip of her drink.
"You weren't dancing with anyone up there... How could such a pretty young woman not have a date?"
She shrugged. "I don't live here. I'm on a trip with my senior class. You don't have an English accent... I take it you're not from here either."
"You take it right," Ryan said. "I'm actually from America. Los Angeles."
"Really? I'm from Sunnydale," Buffy said, then saw Kylie walk past her, hanging on to Ian's waist. "I guess she found him," she said to herself, not intending for anyone to hear.
"Found who?" Ryan asked.
"Huh? Oh, my friend, uhh, she was looking for someone," Buffy said. "She found him."
He nodded. "Do you want to get out of here?"
"Um..." 'C'mon Buff, you don't have to do anything with him. You're here to live,' she thought. "Sure."
He smiled, and took her drink from her, placing it on a nearby table. He stood up, and offered his hand. She grabbed it, and he pulled her up.
"My car's just outside," he said. "We could go back to my place."
"So, you moved to England when you were seventeen? And you've lived here ever since?" Buffy asked, looking over at Ryan who sat next to her on his bed. "England's a nice place."
"Yeah, it is. That's why I moved here. My parents', they weren't the best, so I just ran away. Of course I had some money saved up, if not, I probably would've snuck onto a plane. I was that desperate to get of there," he said. "What about you? You know my life story... And all I know is your name."
"Well... I lived in Sunnydale my whole life, with my mom, and my dad. That's pretty much all there is to know about me," Buffy said. "My life really isn't that interesting."
He smiled. "I bet it is." She just laughed. "How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen," she said, softly. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two," he said. 'She's legal,' he thought.
"You've been in England for five years then," Buffy thought. "That's a long time."
She was starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable. The way he was looking at her made her start to feel like she wanted to get out of there. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked, staring into her eyes.
"Um... You know what, I just remembered something I have to..."
He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. She brought her hand to his chest, and pushed him away, standing up.
"I'm leaving," she said, heading to the door.
He stood up and followed her over, grabbing her arm. "I'm sorry. I thought you..."
"You thought wrong," she said, looking down to her arm. "Let me go."
He didn't listen to her. "Why don't you stay for just a little bit longer? I can make you relax..."
"No thank you," she said, pulling away from him. "I'm leaving now. I have something I need to do."
"No you don't. You just don't want to be here," he said, moving past her and locking the door. He stood in front of it, blocking her. She backed away from him, tripping over something, but keeping her balance. "Don't look so scared," he said, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'm not scared," she said, trying to push him away, but failing. "Let me go!"
"Not just yet baby," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
Buffy relaxed a bit, knowing she needed him to loosen up. "Wait," she said, and he stopped.
"What?" he asked, backing up a step. "Do you just want to get right to it?"
"Something like that..." Buffy said, bringing her leg up, and kicking him in the stomach. He stumbled backwards, landing on his butt. "Those self defense classes really do work."
She walked over him, trying to get to the door, but he grabbed her leg. She squatted down, and punched him in the nose, smiling when she heard a loud crack. He screamed out in pain, and she stepped on him before unlocking the door and walking out.