Party Kids

Luna held her ID up to the bouncer who glanced back down at her.

"You're kinda short for twenty-one," he said with a slur.

"Hey! I happen to be very sensitive about my height," Luna said with a slight growl. Okay, it was true, she was too short to be twenty-one because she was only 16, but that was not going to stop her from having fun. The ID was from her time in New York and one of the seven wonderful reasons her and Kelsy had gotten kicked out of their finishing school. "Why do you think I'm wearing platforms?"

The bouncer glanced at the ID again on which Luna did look a bit older than she was, wearing glasses and her hair faintly curled. She was also wearing a turtleneck and smiling, but only so barely. Now she was wearing her hair in an up do, a bright red shirt that had two ribbons crossing once over her stomach and tying together at the back and a tiny jeans miniskirt. She was also wearing black platform sandals. She did look older than some kid, but definitely not 21.

"Where are your glasses?"

"Got my eyes fixed last year. That's a three-year old ID, bub," Luna said and received another look from the bouncer. If he was not letting her in the easy way, she would have to pull her favourite card. "Look, my fiancé is in there and if I'm not in there by," she glanced at her watch, "in two minutes, he is gonna get worried. If he finds out you were the one that…"

"Fine get in," he growled and handed her the ID. Luna glared at him as she walked in and changed her expression to a smile once he had left her view point. 100 success rate!

Luna gaped at the amazing interior of the club. Her and Kelsy had been to a club with the same name in Los Angeles and they both looked extremely breathtaking. Okay, Heaven and Hell in LA was part strip club and tended to play at least three live bands all night, every night, but this was still pretty good.

This club had only two floors and was decorated as good as if not better than the one in LA although she expected being only a two floor, one band a week club they put a lot more effort into the deco. She glanced down at the floor and found that it seemed as if she were walking on lava. She looked around and found the stairs to her right lead to the top floor which was decorated absolutely 'heavenly'.

"So not funny, Luna," she told herself as she reached the top and smiled at the clouds she was now walking on. She walked over to bar to clear her throat before she would boogie the night away and dehydrate while she was at it.

She ordered a Savanna light because if she did drink and she was underage, she might as well do it so no one would know. She glanced at the clock the bartender had half hidden behind a few bottles and noticed it was already past eight.

"Kelsy," she said and looked around. It seemed her friend would not be here tonight and she would have to amuse herself. She grabbed the Savanna from bar, threw down some money and walked onto the floor.

"Hey baby," she heard a voice and turned around. She had not stopped dancing but she could see this guy would rather dance vertically than the preferred horizontally. She took a step back as his arm grazed her breast and he followed her.

"Go away!" she yelled to him over the music but he decided not to listen and started dancing up against. Luna breathed out deeply, not angry and took a swig of her Savanna. She placed the bottle into her left arm and raised it above the crowd. "If you don't fuck off," she yelled. "Imma hurt you!"

The guy just laughed and Luna clenched her fist and raised it behind her ear. She was just about to swing out when someone else pushed the bastard aside.

"She said fuck off," her saviour told him and Bastard glared at him for a moment before.

"You alright?" Saviour asked.

"Could handled it, pretty boy," she said and brought her bottle back down to lip level. She took another swig and took it into her right hand. She shook it without moving her eyes from Saviour's face. He sure was pretty and if only she really was 21.

"You're not allowed to bring bottles onto the floor," he told her. She smiled.

"I'm a rebel."

"I like that in a girl," he said and smirked. Luna raised an eyebrow. "Wanna dance?" Luna looked down. She was still swaying her hips and it seemed like they were dancing.

"I'm still dancing, baby. And what you're doing, I guess in some countries…" she said and grinned.

"Quite feisty," he said and took a step closer to her. Unlike with the last guy, she let it happen. This guy was sure as hell better looking and since they were dancing on clouds, why not keep her head there too.

"You should see me when I'm not on the dancefloor," she responded and regretted it. Last time she had said that, some guy had tried to lay her. Damnit, her inner Luna muttered. She quickly took another swig of her Savanna and realized that it was now empty.

Before she could turn and walk away from the guy, he grabbed her arm and dragged off the floor in his direction. She tried to protest but his grip was pretty strong. They landed up at the bar and before she knew it, the guy had already ordered her another drink, plonked her old bottle on the counter and her on a barstool.

"You always this rough with girls you don't know?" she asked.

"Just the pretty ones," he responded and Luna could feel the vomit rising. This guy was so cliché.

"What am I doing here then?" she asked with a smirk.

"You're not one of them? Damn," he muttered and looked around. Crap, Luna thought. He really ain't that bad. Maybe he could my club buddy, since Kelsy…Kelsy! "You look distracted." Saviour had turned back rather than being a jerk and leaving.

"Thinking."

"Bravo."

"Careful there, mister. Might not want to hang around with an asshole," Luna growled.

"Mister?" Crap again! "How old are you?"

"Never mind, gotta go," Luna said and got up. Unfortunately he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back down.

"You alright, miss?" the bartender asked when he put down her bottle, a shooter and another glass for him. She smiled, nodded and grabbed the bottle.

"What?" she asked her opposite with a growl. He didn't respond immediately and downed his shooter first before turning to her. "You better not get drunk on me here."

"It's just a shooter, babe," he said with a grin. "It's a Smallville Special, I've come to learn. Want one?"

"I'm on a diet," she said pulling a face.

"They put meteor rock in it."

"Good for you. I've gotta go. I have to get to work early tomorrow," she said and got up. This time he didn't do anything.

"I hope to see you tomorrow," he said with a smirk. "Night," he added after a pause and held his glass up to her. She glared at him and then stalked out of the club.

Luna, Luna, Luna, what have you gotten yourself into? That guy is at least five years older than you are!

Anyway, let's see what Kelsy is up to…

There! Now you know what they look like