Everything went great from there.
The alcohol finally slipped into my veins, and suddenly, the music didn’t feel as loud anymore—it just felt good. Dana and I were on the dance floor, laughing like schoolgirls, our hair wild, our bodies loose. We twirled each other, bumped hips, and laughed when we messed up. It felt like the kind of fun I hadn’t had in years.... maybe ever.
Then the men joined us. One moment, it was just us; the next, there were arms and bodies sliding in. David with Dana. Alan behind me. We moved as a group at first, dancing in rhythm, laughing, switching partners, switching sides. The floor was warm, the lights low and golden, and the beat... deep and steady.
Eventually, Dana drifted into David’s arms, her head tipped back, their foreheads brushing. That’s when I turned and Alan was still there. Close. Watching.
And then it was just the two of us.
We didn’t talk, we didn’t have to. His hands found my hips, and mine found his shoulders. We started to move. Slowly at
