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Why is friday night always crowded even in ungodly hours? Alright, it's nearing midnight. Why is it called happy hour when it's obviously more that sixty minutes?
Why am I clutching her hand for dear life? Why am I afraid to let go? Why am I feeling good about this after all the embarrassments and humiliation I went through just driving here? God, I'm such a wuss!
"There they are!" Catherine points to the direction where Warrick and Greg were sitting. She calls out their names through the noisy crowd and loud music. Funny how they can hear her. The boys turn around and wave towards us. Catherine, still holding my hand pulls me to their direction. She turns around to me as we were nearing and says, "I just don't want to loose you in this crowd." Then she gives me this huge, beautiful smile. And there I was like a happy clam, grinning back like an idiot. At least I'll never get lost with her around. Ha! Ha! She held my hand!
"So where's Nick?" I asked Greg as we sat in the booth. She sits opposite of me. Good, I get to look and stare at her again. Although my hand is missing her hand.
"What?" Greg asks. Geez... how can anyone hear with so much noise in here? The crowd, the live band, the booze, people walking sideways now, the long line to the bathroom, the smell of beer and cigarettes...wow! I've forgotten how relaxing this was.
"Nicky! Where's Nicky?" I scream back. He says something that sounded like 'beer' and points to the bar. I nod in 'okay'. Alright, seems like everything is going well. Maybe I...shit.
I see Warrick lean towards the woman of my dreams. Although I can't hear him, I know by the way his mouth moved he said, "Catherine, dance with me." I might have a future in lip reading. If it was Catherine's lips, I want to be educated here, right now. And I will be a star pupil.
She looks at him and smiles, and offers her hand. No! No! No! No! No! God, my heart is screaming out! Don't you dare touch that soft, slender, porcelain hand that was mine a few minutes ago! Aww, damn... he's taking it.
I know that Warrick is bigger than me, but I absolutely think I can take him out. With all my anger and adrenalin pumping right now, I can toss him across the room. Besides, I don't think he'd hit a girl. So I have the advantage. Look at him grinning ear to ear. I hope his head rips open and she can see what a playboy he is. Maybe I can help rip him apart. Although I generally like Warrick, but right now he has become public enemy number one in my list. Look at them on the dance floor.
Oh, god, Catherine can really dance. Look at her dance! I know she did this for a living once but this is the first time I'm actually seeing her dance. Look at those hips move. Everything to the beat. Will those hips move like that if we make love? I am so filled with lust right now. And judging by the look on Greg's face I am not alone.
Okay, I hate to admit it. Warrick can dance. I hope he trips, or bumps someone behind him whose way bigger than he is and punches the living daylights out of him or maybe steps on her toes or something. I should've taken dance lessons instead of signing for shop in high school.
I see Nick trying to muddle his way through the crowd with bottles of beer in both hands.
"Hey, Sara! You made it. Here."
"Hey, Nick. Thanks for the beer. Noisy tonight, huh."
"Yeah, isn't it great?"
How can noise be great? Want to know which noise is great? The sound of a 2006 Aston Martin V1 Vanquish sports car. With a 6.0 liter, V12, 520 horse power engine that can achieve 11-mpg in the city. Now that's noise! That baby can purr! I have also had the oppurtunity to dust and print a Ferrari F430 Spider once. A Ferrari Spider! God, just laying my gloved hands on it's leather seats while dusting for prints feels like...
"Come on, Sara. Dance with me." She's back so soon? Did he step on her toes or something? Is her eyes really twinkling or is it the reflection of the strobe light? Whatever, she's beautiful and she's standing infront of me offering that same soft, slender hand. But the awful truth is coming...
"Can't." I looked at her.
"Why not?" She places both of her hands on her hips, and looks at me. I feel like she's going to give me a lecture on how to act properly when inside a bar.
I take a swig of my beer, "Don't know how." Nick gives me a sympathetic look. Greg is still busy looking at the women pass by. And I see Warrick smile. God, I want to slap him!
"Come on, I'll show you. Its easy." She takes my hand, pulls me up from my secured sitting place and leads me to the middle of the dance floor. I look up and see the mirror ball twirling slowly, giving the dance floor the disco theme. Then there's different colored bulbs. I like the blue one, the red is okay, too. And couple of strobe lights near the band who is now starting to play a slow song. I am trying my best not to feel like a jerk in the middle of the dance floor. So looking at lights is my best shot of being civilized. Besides it gives me something to do while my feet are firmly planted, not even a tick or a muscle jerk could move me. I have no rhythm. God, I really pity myself at this very moment!
I stand there watching her as she moves to the music. I am mesmerized, hypnotized, spellbound, enthralled by her. I could do this forever. Just watching her. I've been doing it for six years so I'm making progress in the forever part. But now, watching her dance...god, everyone dissapears around her. And it's just her I see.
She leans closer, I can smell her faint perfume. Tresor perhaps? "Come on, I can't let you stand there like a totem pole. Feel the beat, sway to the music."
"Can't dance. Can't sway."
"Can't dance, can't sway. Sounds like a future book title. I bet if I gave you a monkey wrench, you'd feel more comfortable."
Now she's making me smile. I told you she's adorable.
"Here, turn around." She stands behind me, places both of her hands on my hips. I feel my skin get all tingly with such a simple touch. I breathe in deeply, afraid that my feelings would give me away. She whispers in my ear, "Feel the beat, sway to the music." How can I not describe that as one of the most erotic feelings I've ever had? I've had good dreams of her, and I tell you they were really, really good, if you know what I mean. But that's me talking horny. But now? Her whispering in my ear those simple words? It sure tops it off!
Good golly, talk about heat. I close my eyes and let her move me, body and soul. I'm slowly feeling the beat, I'm slowly swaying with Catherine Willows. Her hands firmly placed on my hips slowly slide inside my front pockets. I feel her body pressed against mine. I feel her warm breath on my neck. I don't know what to do with my hands. Maybe I can do the same. Do I dare reach behind me and slide my hands slowly in her pockets? Yes.
Oh, wow... I like this. I really do.
And both of us sway to the music. I feel her head rest on my back, I almost could feel her heart beat. Can she feel mine?
Feel the beat, sway to the music. Me and Catherine as one. So this is what they mean slow dancing in a crowded room.
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