The Art of Eye Contact

I... am drunk.

Mel and I were on the dance floor with drinks in our hands, her chest to my back, grinding forward, coordinated. I was having the time of my life with my best friend. I was so glad I decided to let my hair down.

“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one,” she asked.

I quickly drank the remainder of my drink, now accustomed to the flares that the alcohol produced. I nodded and handed the empty glass to her. I continued dancing as she walked to the bar.

Looking around to take in my surroundings - now that my second was not around - I tried to keep an eye on everything around me. That is something hard to do when your brain is fuzzy from copious amounts of  liquor. I threw my head back, sighing. My eyes closed as my hands caressed the sides of my face. I swayed my hips as my fingers trailed down my neck and went behind and pushed up my hair.

My eyes opened and met amber ones. From up above on the upper level – for those super important people – leaning against a banister with a glass of dark liquor in his hand, they stared at me. The feeling of the burning amber that glowed underneath the club's light burned tingles onto my skin.

My hands left my hair and followed the frame of my body down and up again. The eyes followed them. I wasn’t sure whether his eyes were seducing me or if I was seducing him, but what I did know was that I wanted it to continue.

“I got our drinks!”

Spinning, I smiled as I came face to face with Mel.

“Someone’s lighting up the dance floor with her sexy moves,” she said as she handed me the drink.

I took a swig and hummed. This one tasted a lot better than the others. I could barely detect the alcohol with its bursts of fruity flavors.

“Let's take a break,” I said, holding the straw to my lips.

She nodded and took my hand. She raised our joint hands up and held on tight. We both danced off the dance floor. I turned back to find the amber eyed man, but his form was retreating.

We went back to one of the booths we had reserved. Turns out our bands were part of the VIP silver package. There were four types of wrist bands here. You had VIP Gold, VIP Silver, VIP Bronze and green. VIP Gold allows you to go to the upper level where they have their own bar of top shelf liquor. VIP Silver gets you in the booths and free drinks. VIP Bronze just gave you free drinks, and the green meant you were of legal drinking age.

It was a wonder whether he gave us these bands by accident. There was no way my boobs alone got us top tier passes for free. Surely, he meant to give us just the free drinks pass but grabbed the wrong ones by mistake, right?

I brought forth this question earlier to Mel, but she just rolled her eyes and shrugged it off. Her ideals were why question such luck. Knowing she was right; I just went along with it. 

“So...” Mel began. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m gonna have a huge hangover tomorrow morning,” I laughed out.

Mel joined me in laughter as I sipped my drink.

“Other than that, genius?”

“You were right,” I sighed out, speech a bit slurred. “This... is amazing. I am having such an exciting time! For once, I am living in the moment, and I am loving it!”

“Glad to hear it. Now, I have a clubbing partner.”

I chuckled as I took a sip of my fruity drink. I really enjoyed myself. I was glad that I decided to join Mel to keep her safe. This turned out to be a fun night.

“Good evening, ladies.” We both turned to see two men standing in front of the velvet rope in front of our booth. “Looks like you’re having a great time.”

“We are,” Mel said. “What can we do for you fine gentlemen?”

“Perhaps a dance,” said one of the two. He had blonde hair and brown eyes with a charming smile that was kissed by a touch of dimples. His friend had a deep brown buzz cut with brown eyes.

“Can we have names first,” Mel asked.

I smiled at the two, leaning more towards the blonde. What can I say, I like dimples! I do not think you will find many females who are not a sucker for them. Not to mention, the blonde’s eyes looked to be kinder. The brunette looks like he is only here for a “good time,” if you know what I mean.

“Dante and Chris,” said the brunette, identifying himself as Dante. “And you?”

“Mel,” I said introducing my friend first. “And Lia.”

“Well then Mel,” Chris began. “Care to share a dance with me?”

Aww boo. I wanted that one!

“I’d love to,” Mel said. We exchanged looks. As I gave her a playful disgruntled look, she wagged her brows at me and downed her drink.

I wish it weren’t this way, but I couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy in my heart. Mel was pretty and she deserved the world but at times I wondered why I couldn’t have the same opportunities and choices. No matter what, men always chose her over me. I get it, her waistline was a lot smaller than mine, and she just oozes confidence, but I was nice too!

I slowly glanced in Dante’s direction, and he smirked at me with a wink. “What about you, beautiful? Or are you going to play shy?”

Immediately, guilt took over the envy. Here I was judging before even getting to know that guy! Now that he was talking, he seemed nice. 

“What gave you the idea that I am anywhere near shy?”

How about your entire personality, Lia? Just because you had a few drinks does not mean you have become a whole new person. You are just drunk.

“Wanna prove me wrong?” He held out his hand and I gave him a look showing my battle with temptation.

Well, I do like a challenge.