It starts in a bar.
My high school friend that I liked to go dancing and drinking with had gotten accepted to do his masters out in Georgetown. I decided that we'd go out one last time before he travels off to his new exciting life, the fact being I wont see him for a very long time from then, maybe as far as not until our later high school reunion, assuming I'll show up that is. The kid has ambitions to live in Africa an stuff like that, while I like it here in San Francisco (still debating whether I should start saving to move to Canada if we don't get equal rights by the time I get my degree).
We were out in the smoking area having a couple drinks waiting on a few of my friends, it wasn't crowded enough for me to be dance and feel comfortable if that makes any sense. I like having a crowd around me dancing, it just gives me a certain comfortable feeling where you don't have to worry about everyone else around you, even though its them that makes me comfortable. As we waited it slowly started to get crowded, and then I saw him (not brian) come out to the smoking area lighting up a cigarette all by himself. I thought he was checking me out at first but I wasn't too sure, I paid no mind to it due to Brian already have finishing his first drink sitting on idle. We noticed that the crowd was really attractive that night, I said something like "oh girl, everyone is lookin' good tonight," Brian agree'd, and as we're noticing the crowd, the guy that was lighting his cigarette decided to come up to us and make conversation.
"The Dj here is pretty good isn't he?" or a question somewhere along those lines is what he said. But he said it so casually like if you were asking a stranger "do you know the time?" We made small talk and I found out he was alone that night, which I thought was really sad considering it was Friday night, a night which you usually go out with your friends, get plastered and dance until you run out of swet, JUST my kind of night. I'm thinking he was going to stick around but he told us he'd catch us around and went back inside. I go back to thinking about Brian's empty glass and how we need to fix that, so we go back inside to get him another drink. By this time, and it's only been about 10 maybe 15 to 20 minutes max, it's crowded, crowded enough to wear I can dance like a go-go dancer getting slipped hundreds, just workin' it out!
I usually order on the side of the bar closest to the part of the club I like to dance at, so I stick with one bartender the entire night. I lead the way through the crowd, not doing a very good job of it stumbling over people, having to turn and apologize to at minimum two people. I finally get to the side of the bar I'm happy with when I take my last step and stumble really bad onto a guy bad enough to where I have to look this guy in the face and really apologize, instead of simply turning and shouting "sorry about that." I turn around and it's the same guy who lit his cigarette outside that was making small talk. He turned with a concerned look on his face that said something like "what the hell is this about," but once he realized it was me, the same I realized it was him we both stopped and laughed. Brian ordered a drink, I offered for him to stick around and meet some of our friends since he told me before he was kind of new for a second time to the city.
My friends arrive, I introduce him to them, Brian has a few friends show up who I get introduced to as well. A few drinks later and a few dances later I'm in his arms making out with him.
No the night did not end with a drunken hook up but he did make sure I got home by taking a cab with me home (Brian got super drunk and left the club without me) then he took a second cab back to his place.
And this is where the magic started.
My high school friend that I liked to go dancing and drinking with had gotten accepted to do his masters out in Georgetown. I decided that we'd go out one last time before he travels off to his new exciting life, the fact being I wont see him for a very long time from then, maybe as far as not until our later high school reunion, assuming I'll show up that is. The kid has ambitions to live in Africa an stuff like that, while I like it here in San Francisco (still debating whether I should start saving to move to Canada if we don't get equal rights by the time I get my degree).
We were out in the smoking area having a couple drinks waiting on a few of my friends, it wasn't crowded enough for me to be dance and feel comfortable if that makes any sense. I like having a crowd around me dancing, it just gives me a certain comfortable feeling where you don't have to worry about everyone else around you, even though its them that makes me comfortable. As we waited it slowly started to get crowded, and then I saw him (not brian) come out to the smoking area lighting up a cigarette all by himself. I thought he was checking me out at first but I wasn't too sure, I paid no mind to it due to Brian already have finishing his first drink sitting on idle. We noticed that the crowd was really attractive that night, I said something like "oh girl, everyone is lookin' good tonight," Brian agree'd, and as we're noticing the crowd, the guy that was lighting his cigarette decided to come up to us and make conversation.
"The Dj here is pretty good isn't he?" or a question somewhere along those lines is what he said. But he said it so casually like if you were asking a stranger "do you know the time?" We made small talk and I found out he was alone that night, which I thought was really sad considering it was Friday night, a night which you usually go out with your friends, get plastered and dance until you run out of swet, JUST my kind of night. I'm thinking he was going to stick around but he told us he'd catch us around and went back inside. I go back to thinking about Brian's empty glass and how we need to fix that, so we go back inside to get him another drink. By this time, and it's only been about 10 maybe 15 to 20 minutes max, it's crowded, crowded enough to wear I can dance like a go-go dancer getting slipped hundreds, just workin' it out!
I usually order on the side of the bar closest to the part of the club I like to dance at, so I stick with one bartender the entire night. I lead the way through the crowd, not doing a very good job of it stumbling over people, having to turn and apologize to at minimum two people. I finally get to the side of the bar I'm happy with when I take my last step and stumble really bad onto a guy bad enough to where I have to look this guy in the face and really apologize, instead of simply turning and shouting "sorry about that." I turn around and it's the same guy who lit his cigarette outside that was making small talk. He turned with a concerned look on his face that said something like "what the hell is this about," but once he realized it was me, the same I realized it was him we both stopped and laughed. Brian ordered a drink, I offered for him to stick around and meet some of our friends since he told me before he was kind of new for a second time to the city.
My friends arrive, I introduce him to them, Brian has a few friends show up who I get introduced to as well. A few drinks later and a few dances later I'm in his arms making out with him.
No the night did not end with a drunken hook up but he did make sure I got home by taking a cab with me home (Brian got super drunk and left the club without me) then he took a second cab back to his place.
And this is where the magic started.
lol.. by the end of the night you were making out with someone? wow, you need to share your method. lol j.k
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