The server came over to us to grab another round.
“I’ll have rum and diet and she will have a vodka soda lime with a splash of cranberry.”
Brittainy was in her own little world and didn’t realize I had ordered her a second drink until it was being placed in front of her. We both nodded and thanked the server as the dancer was getting off the stage.
“Brit!” I yelled over to my drooling bestie. “You need to get a lap dance from that chick. She was freaking good.”
Her lips turned up at the corners as her eyes locked on the tall dancer walking over to us.
“Hi ladies. I’m Roxy.”
Brit took her hand and introduced us.
“Why don’t you have a seat with us? We’ll grab you a drink.” I quickly scooted over one seat so Roxy could be close to Brittainy, and with that, they were in their kismet bubble of flirting and I was completely invisible.
I took a big gulp of my sweet drink and my mind started to get more and more fuzzy. I wasn’t a lightweight by any means; I shouldn’t have been feeling so woozy from a little more than one drink. Looking over, I noticed that Brit and her stripper crush had vanished, probably to the back room for a lap dance.
All of a sudden I was being scooped up into strong tattooed arms that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on who they belonged to.
My brain was fuzzy. My eyes wouldn’t focus. I was being carried out of the club by someone that knew my name. A deep voice kept trying to break through the haze, but I couldn’t understand what was going on. My arms and legs were limp noodles and my eyelids refused to stay open. I finally drifted off to sleep, right as I was being put into the passenger’s seat of a car and getting buckled in. The click of the seatbelt was the last thing I registered before dreams started to take over.