That night at Irina's apartment
"Did you empty the bottle onto yourself?" Arvin joked fanning at his friend.
"Is it really that strong?" Jack said smelling himself for the fifth time that night.
"Jack calm down. It's just a party."
"I'm just nervous. I want to make a good impression." Jack said fixing the sleeves of his shirt.
Arvin shook his head then knocked on the door. Irina answered the door a smile on her face.
"Hey you two. I was wondering when you would get here." She said hugging Arvin and Jack.
She closed the door behind them and motioned for them to follow her into the living room.
"Jack you smell great." She smiled before joining the rest of the party.
Jack looked around the room immediately feeling uncomfortable since everyone was already paired up. Arvin had joined Irina on the dance floor and he looked for someone he knew. He began to feel even more uncomfortable when he noticed the stares he was receiving from the female patrons. A fiery red head walked over to him a smile on her lips.
"Hi, I'm Vivien. My horoscope said I would meet a tall dark haired stranger. I guess you're him." She smiled.
"I don't think so." He said clearing his throat.
"How will you know unless you give it a shot. Come on let's dance." She said dragging him onto the dance floor.
"I really don't dance." He said.
"I'll teach you." She said putting his hands on her hip and attempting to jump in his arms.
"I'm sorry. This isn't me." Jack said pushing her away politely.
She huffed then walked back over to her group. Jack sighed and sat down on the empty armchair. He held his head in his hands. Someone cleared their throat and he looked up to see Irina standing there with a cup in her hand.
"I thought you could use this." She said handing him a drink.
"Thanks." He said smelling it first before taking a sip.
"You want to go talk?" she smiled.
He nodded and thankfully stepped outside with her.
"Not the partying type." She smiled.
"Not really." He said taking a sip of the drink.
"Hmmm."
"What?"
"You just struck me as the partying type."
"No. I'm more of a studier."
"Me too, put I like to let loose every once in awhile."
"I can see that." He said.
She laughed and took the cup from him taking a drink. He took a good look at her for the first time that night. She was wearing pair of skinny jeans, a red shirt with a black vest and red Converses. She caught him staring and laughed.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing. Come on let's dance." She said pulling him back into her apartment.
"I don't dance."
"I'll teach you." She smiled. She went over to the DJ and he began playing a fast Latin beat.
She walked back over to him and took her hands in his.
"Ok. Start with your left foot and its one, two, three, four, spin. Got it." Irina smiled.
"I think so." Jack replied.
Irina smiled and they began dancing. All of a sudden Jack began an elaborate rumba, Irina followed his lead keeping in perfect sync with him. As the music faded away he dipped her with ease a smile on his face.
"I thought you didn't dance." She smiled as he lifted her back up.
"I don't." he smiled.
He spent the next few minutes talking and learning more about Irina. They danced a little bit more and stepped outside again.
"Jack, my buddy." Arvin said slinging his arms around Jack's shoulder.
"Arvin I think it's time to go." Jack laughed helping his friend stand.
"Yeah. I think so. I'm not feeling too good."Arvin admitted turning green a little.
"It was nice seeing you again Irina." Jack said leading Arvin away.
"The pleasure is all mine. We're still on for that tour this weekend right." Irina yelled after him.
"Definitely. 9 a.m."
"Until then." Irina smiled reentering her party.