“Just in town. It’s a total dive bar, but the drinks are cheap and strong. The dance floor may be sticky, but in my opinion, that just helps with traction.”
Sticky floors…wonderful.
I shook my head and proceeded to change, not caring if Alice saw me in my bra. We were both healthcare professionals and had seen so many jiggly bits over the years that we were completely desensitized to them.
“You can’t wear a bra with that!” Alice declared, sitting up and staring at me with a look of mock horror.
I glanced at the sparkly slip of a dress in my hand. “Hmm…You’re right,” I sighed.
“I usually am.” She nodded, making me roll my eyes. “You should learn to listen to meallthe time.
“Easy there, tiger.” I giggled, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at her.
I slid the dress over my head, before I walked over to the long mirror in the corner of the room and did a quick turn, checking the fit. My stomach tightened when I got a peek of the back, my heart rate speeding up a hair.
“Oh…this isdangerouslyshort...” I laughed, trying to play off how uncomfortable I felt.
The sparkly silver fabric fell just below my ass and hugged me in all the right places, but moving was going to be an issue.
“Damn, girl, you’re lookingamazing!” Alice whistled, and unwillingly, a smile spread across my face.
“Oh God, really? I’m not sure…” I checked myself out again, and then something washed over me, that need to let loose a little, and for once, I let go of the self-consciousness.
“You know what? Ido, don’t I?” I asked, running my hands over the fabric of the dress.
“Yeah!” Alice shot up, snagging my hand and heading to the door. “Now, shall we go drink?”
The bar was like every other bar. Crowded, noisy, and a little bit dirty. Liquor and sweat filled the air. There were so many people shoved into the small space that all of their scents intermingled into one indistinguishable din of fragrance and noise.
Sometimes, the fancier bars and clubs would put a scent neutralizer in the air. Not being assaulted with scents left, right, and center usually made the whole experience of going out for a night of dancing a lot more enjoyable.
One of the downsides of being an omega was that my nose was extra sensitive. Alphas also had a particularly strong sense of smell, but it didn't seem to bother them as much—as far as I knew, anyway. If I caught a whiff of a bad scent, it would put me in a terrible mood for at least a few hours. Alphas seemed able to brush it off, or at least the alphas I had met had been able to.
Ugh, my nose. I’m going to be sneezing half the time.
“This is perfect!” Alice shouted, clapping her hands happily as we walked into the smoky, scent-drenched building. It was hard to see more than a few feet in front of us, but that was probably a small mercy.
“I’m going to dance! Join me,” she declared loudly, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the floor without a second thought.
Ignoring the people around me, and despite the overwhelming smells, I let myself get lost in the music for a bit, giggling with Alice as she pulled off some of the silliest moves in existence.
She loved moves likethe robotandthe lawnmower. All I could do was laugh. Her goofy nature was part of why I adored her, though.
A few seconds into the next song, an alpha came up behind Alice, and I tensed, waiting to see how my friend would react to the attention.
When she started grinding on said alpha, though, I knew she was fine.
With Alice distracted by her “friend,” I decided to head up to the bar. I knew exactly who she was talking to, and we shared our location with one another on our phones, so I knew she would be fine if I went and got myself a drink. Safety first, after all.
I glanced around the room at the bodies pressed together, as I started making my way toward the general direction of the bar. Most of the barstools were taken, so when I noticed an open one, I strode right up to it, doing my best to avoid bumping into too many people along the way while keeping my dress in place.
Hopping onto the stool, I steadied myself by resting my hand on the bar, which, despite the bartender regularly wiping surfaces down, was slightly sticky.
“What can I get you?” A tall man with brown hair wearing a white button-up and jeans walked over to me, ignoring the male customers who were trying to grab his attention.
There were definitely some advantages to having breasts and being an omega when it came to getting a drink. Occasional preferential treatment was one of them.
“Jack and Coke,” I said, raising my voice so I could be heard over the thudding music.