Lyrics belong to Houstan from "I like that" I think that's right…you guys know who I mean, the song with Chingey)

:I like that, I like that
Girl twerk that back
Whooa
I like that, I like that
Girl freak that back:

Lunas was packed when I walked in, first monday of the
month, no cover. It was always packed, easy for
someone high profile like me to slide through the
crowd unnoticed. Even if anyone did notice, the middle
of Hollywood, everyone was too cool to say anything.
I got to the upstairs lounge Krista loved, without
being fondled or groped in anyway, which is harder
than you might think. I peered around spotting Krista
in a far alcove. I pushed my way through the tables
and booths till I could slide in next to her.

"Hey," she smiled, hugging me tightly. "You came!
What happened to the leash?"

"You never stop do you?" I asked, shaking my head. "I
figured no work till three, might be time to tie one
on with my bestest drinking friend."

"Oh, yeah, I got a round of shots coming, and this is
for you," she pushed a glass of wine in front of me.
I took it, raising it to her before taking a sip.
"Now, do you know everyone? Alex, Gia, Mailee, and
Ian." She pointed to them one at a time. I smiled
around, Mailee was the only one who I didn't know. I
liked her though, cute little asian girl.

Alex was Krista's on and off boy toy of the moment,
nice enough, but I found him a little boring. I dug
Gia and Ian, they were good people, brother and sister
from Alabama, he had lost the accent, but she milked
it for all it was worth.

"Faith, how you doin darlin?" Gia asked, giving me a
little smile from across the table, blonde hair
falling lazily over one eye.

"Been good, Gia. I've missed you the last few drunken
rounds." I winked at her. It had the desired effect,
she blushed just slightly, which was the best you
could ever get from her.

"Well, I got burned the last time I danced with you.
Your girlfriend's got some powerful evil eyes." She
bounced back quickly, and I only nodded. "This is
Mailee, she just moved here, she's eighteen." I
smiled my best smile at the girl, liking her more and
more.

"And she's my girlfriend, so put away that dirty old
man smile," Ian added.

"If you ever get tired of him..." I let Mailee come
up with the ideas on her own. Her big brown eyes got
even bigger. She was saved by the tray of shots being
delivered to the table.

"Bottoms up," Krista grabbed hers first, raising it,
and then downing it. We all followed suit.

"Damn, that was nasty," I grimaced, "what the fuck
was it?"

"I don't know," Krista shrugged. "I just told them to
make it strong."

"So I notice Jess isn't here," Gia grinned, wiggling
her eyebrows at me. "In a dancing mood?"

"Hell yeah," I grabbed her hand, pulling her past Alex
out of the booth.

"Wait for me!" Krista jumped up, following us. "I'll
be back baby," she blew a kiss to Alex, as we all
pushed our way to the dance floor.

Lunas plays mostly rap, and some pop, but that's fine
for dancing with someone like Gia. The dance floor's
crowded, but not crowded enough to merrit how close
she danced with me. She was my drunken dance partner
nearly everytime we drank together.

She has the way of teasing, where every part of her
body can touch yours, but its still never quite
enough. Its absolutly amazing how she feels against
you. My reaction to her would be why Jess has been
advising we avoid parties and bars we know she'll be
at. Fuck that now though.

"Faith," Krista yells right into my ear, but over the
music I can barely hear what she says.

"What?" I turn to her, confused.

"Look," she repeats, pointing back the way we came. I
stop dancing immediatly, staring as Buffy Summers
works her way through the crowd.

"Hey," she smiles, stopping in front of me, for some
reason I can hear her perfectly. Behind her, Krista
is grinning like mad.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, smiling, surprised
how happy I am to
see her.

"Krista called me."

"What?" Now its hard to hear. I grab her hand,
pulling her off the dancefloor. Behind us Krista and
Gia are now dancing, I glance back and
Krista waves. I smile back and pull Buffy off the
floor and into an alcove booth, I pull the curtain
across, cutting off enough noise to talk. But now we
only look at eachother.

"Hey," she smiles, I swear it lights up the whole
area.

"What are you doing here?" I ask again, shaking my
head in disbelief. Her face falls a little, and I
realize maybe that didn't come out right. "I am
really happy you're here," I assure her, squeezing her
hand.

"Your friend Krista called me," she smiles, twisting
her fingers with mine. "I didn't believe her at
first, didn't even remember putting my number in your
phone."

"That was pretty smooth," I told her, "I didn't know
Krista had taken it. That was pretty smooth of her."

"I like her," Buffy smiled again.

"So..." We were both quiet for a minute, just taking
eachother in.

"Wanna dance?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," she grinned, pulling me out of the booth, and
back towards the floor. We steered clear of Krista
and Gia, finding our own little space. We didn't
really discuss it, just gravitated to the most
crowded part of the floor, letting ourselves be pushed
together, no need to make the decision.

The way she moved was intoxicating. She managed to
keep it so we only touched monentarily, and each brush
against her sent sparks through me. I let her play
like that for a few songs, before I lost all control.
I pulled her tight against me, smiling when she
gasped, knowing my feelings were rushing though her as
well.

"Faith," she breathed roughly in my ear, her body
resting against mine. Both of us stopped dancing, heat
and motion radiating from everyone around us.

"What, B?" I asked, wicked deja vu running through me
as I call her that.

"Can I kiss you," she whispers, but again, for some
reason, I can hear her perfect. But I don't answer, I
just meet her lips with my own as she looks up at me.
Again its like fire burning through me, ebem when the
kiss is just innocent. As it goes on longer and gets
deeper, it starts to become hard to stand, and I have
to break away.

"Damn," I breathe. "Listen, I'm sorry, I have a
girlfriend, I have to go," I back away quickly,
practically running out of the club.