4th installment. :D

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I laughed and hit my hands down on the table, trying to get up onto to my feet and failing miserably. I didn't know how much I'd had to drink but the empty glasses on the table seemed to speak loud enough.

Sophie was giggling excessively at my side, hands clasped over her face as she babbled about a scene from the Lion King she thought she could apply to the situation. Unless Simba and his chick went out and got terribly drunk and screamed at random things, then Sophie's point was completely lost. I grinned. I didn't care.

There was something to her laughing that made me feel warm and fuzzy, wanting to join in with her and laugh until my throat bled. I blinked. That sounded painful. Just then there was the sound of footsteps and we both glanced up to look at Rosie who was stumbling slightly. I didn't know whether she was drunk too but anyone would have a tough time walking in those heels.

She observed us both before smiling. I wanted to know what she was thinking but I'd have to conclude what I was thinking first before I got that rational. She seemed to have grabbed a great deal of attention as many of the men at the bar were gawping and whispering in that laddish way, smacking each other hard on the chest.

She seemed to disagree with the advances as she spared them a glance then looked back to us. "Get up, you two, you won't find the guys sitting down there," She said in an irritable manner, scratching her wrist with her manicured nails. Myself and Sophie exchanged glances before shrugging and picking up a shot each.

"Rosie!" Sophie said in a stern manner though I had to admit she sounded a little too cute to be angry. "I dunt need no lad in my life," She admitted before downing her shot and bursting into fits of laughter again, nearly spraying me with the drink she had been trying to take down.

"You heard the girl," I squeaked before bringing my hand up over my mouth. I laughed like a bit of a plonker if I was honest, all squeaky and high pitched like a guinea pig. Well that was my personal feeling, though we don't ever know how we really feel, or really look. Thank god. Just then a familiar song came on the speakers and I nearly leapt out of my flaming skin when Sophie squealed at my side and literally launched herself out of the booth.

Rosie frowned and looked around. "If they're Spanish an' that, how can they understand English music?" She questioned, obviously confused. I rolled my eyes and couldn't be bothered to tell her it was because an all inclusive holiday with an all inclusive bar tended not to involve the natives. Sophie was swaying her hips in a way that was far too alluring and I found myself following her out of the booth.

Now I'm feeling so high like a G6.

I chuckled as Sophie danced her way over to the moderately filled dancefloor, occupied by swaying and grinding bodies. She had a very nice way of moving; a way that didn't allow me to not stare and gawp and imagine her nake- I froze, eyes wide. WHAT?

I shook my head free of the thought and moved a little faster over the brunette. By this time she had turned to look at me and gave me a smile. Not just any smile it was dazzling and I nearly stumbled. Or maybe I nearly did that because there was about three times the legal amount of alcohol coursing through my veins. She held out her hand in my direction and hesitatenly I moved forward and lay my hand in hers.

To say we'd only really been speaking an half or so she seemed pretty comfortable with me, but then again that could be the drink speaking and besides I hadn't done anything to offend her or make her not like me. Rosie was nearby, dancing far too intimately with a rather tall, tan and topless man. Sophie was shouting something at me but I couldn't hear over the music booming out they were fly like a G6.

I moved closer and so did she, her lips far too close to my ear in a way that made my knees want to buckle. Her breath was hot and carried the faint scent of alcohol. "Dance with me," She said in a voice that sounded like a whisper but had in reality been closer to a shout. We pulled back simultaneously, eyes meeting before I nodded. She simply beamed and I allowed her to raise our arms before letting my self go with it and spin underneath the limb created arch. However, I seemed to get stuck halfway and found myself with my back to her. I swallowed as our hands remained connected, hands resting on my shoulder.

She moved closer and I felt a hand trail over my hip before it was gone and so was the hand. I turn and glanced around. Sophie was looking at me in a sheepish manner, one hand on the back of her neck and the other fiddling with the belt loop of her shorts. I stepped closer. "Sophie?" I yelled over the thundering music. Her gaze flickered down to the floor before at me again. "Let's get some fresh air," I suggested as a body bumped into mine.

She seemed to agree and with a smile we walked toward the side door into the less occupied courtyard. The warm night air hit me in a way that reminded me of when you go through the chilled section in frescos. The temperature was that different. Sophie was spinning around on the spot, arms out stretched and eyes closed. I just stood there and watched.

Soon enough she seemed to notice my gaze and watched me like a deer watches its hunter. My eyes scanned her without moving; long, silky hair the shade of chocolate; a breathtaking face with two beautiful blue eyes set above a cute nose, as cute as noses got anyway; her lips were parted slightly. Her body only went to compliment her facial features.

I let out a shaky breath and broke eye contact, resting my fingers on my temple. What the hell was I thinking and why?

"Back inside?" A voice asked and I snapped out of my panicked daze to see the brunette girl watching me. All I could do was nod.

It's crap :L Sorry but I'm really rushed. Love you all and thank you for the wonderful reviews. More would be loved :D