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The club was alive as she entered the place, bodies dancing, swaying on music that blasted from the speakers. After a thorough inspection of the place—which Tarn told herself was out of habit but was actually to calm her nerves—she made her way to the bar.
It was a task to get pass the drunken bodies. She carefully started her journey only to be collided with a back of a woman. Instinctively she held the woman by her shoulders, tilting her head back slightly to get light brown hair out of her sight that trickled her face.
Tarn registered too things; the woman was slightly shorter than her, and she smelled really really good. Like intoxicatedly good.
When the woman in question gained her balance and turned back Tarn had to hold her breath for a moment. Her mouth went shut and her brain was blank.
Oonga boonga no thoughts blank!
The woman- the girl was younger than her, that was her third realization. Her face was devoid of any age lines of wrinkles if not for a tiny freckled that set below her nose proudly, Tarn didn't see a flaw on her porcelain and smooth skin. She had amber with her eyelashes of an angel. She was an angel, Tarn decided.
When her innocent face broke into a sheepish smile with showed her gums, and her mouth opened to offer an apology, Tarn couldn't help but smile back and shake her head to convey she had no problem (or that you can collide with me anytime you want) but no word left her lips as she let go of the arms of woman she was still holding on. And made her way to the bar finally.
Upon sitting, her eyes drifted back to the dance floor once again. She was surprised to see the girl still looking at her. She offered a smile and the girl smiled back. That sent her heart in a frenzy.
She turned her face to the bar tender but he was busy with the other customers so she settled to inspection once again. Her eyes mapped the area and she tried to not look at the dance floor again.
The club apparently had another floor upon it; she registered room numbers. Presumably for people who are too drunk to go home rest here for the night. Or maybe a couple too desperate to fuck for a ride home.
Her attention was stolen by the chair next to her being occupied, when she turned her face towards the “thief” she stopped breathing once again.
It was the same girl. Now smiling politely at her.
"I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you." She said in an angelic voice and Tarn find difficulty in processing her words as her drifted to her chest. She was wearing a peach top and her necklace hung low, really low below her neck line. Tarn told her self the necklace was just really very attractive.
"Yeah.. no, its alright." Tarn realized her hands were sweaty and she rubbed them against her pants.
"May I buy you drink?" The girl offered, tilting her head downward and her eyebrows slightly raised.
Between her eyes and her full lips Tarn was confused what feature was more attractive.
"Sure.. ah I am Tarn by the way." She rasped. The smiled she received in return was a full toothy grin.
"Vicky." She excitedly offered a hand for Tarn to shake. When Tarn slide her hand into her it was as soft as her personality. It was smooth and so soft that Tarn grew a little conscious about her sweaty rough hands. But the girl kept looking at her face unblinkingly and rubbed her thumb against the back of her hand that made Tarn swallow.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), the bartender finally attended them that made their hands drift apart.
When Tarn asked him for a non-alcoholic drink, she felt Vicky looking at her in surprise. Her confused face was adorable enough to make Tarn explain herself.
"I have a shift tonight, I can't drink. I just came here to relax..and maybe dance the tension away." She looked at the dance floor full of people jumping and dancing carelessly, with envy.
"So, why don't you?" Vicky's question was simple and asked with such innocence, pure curiosity that made her stomach flutter.
"Uhmm. I guess I can't really dance. I mean I have never...I am shy." There she laid her truth.
Vicky scoffed like it was a no problem and took her hands in her own and make her stood up from her seat with her.
"You don't have to know how to dance to dance. That’s the whole point of clubs. You just move your body and let the music guide you." She took the lead to their way to stage.
Tarn looked at her hand clasped in Vicky's soft grip and smiled to herself like a fool.
Upon reaching the floor Vicky turned to her once again and pull her close. Her hand that wasn't holding Vicky's shot out to grab on something apparently that was Vicky's waist. She looked for any reactions but it seemed the girl didn't care. And they began to dance.