38.

Warren.

The image of moving figures of the bodies pressed against each other in an obscene dance,  blurred slightly and I knew this wasn't a good idea. Too late for regrets.

“Come on handsome,  dance and live move that sexy body.” Some nameless chick clad in little or almost no clothing, threw her arm in the air, swaying her hips and trying to shake the nonexistent female parts.

“Uh, I need some air.” I said and peeled the manicured fingers of the hand which dug tightly into my forearm with all my strength. Yeesh. Talk about a strong grip.

A dark mass whipped past my peripheral vision before the group cheered and it took me a while to realize a strip tease was in play. Dumb teens.