"You have got to be kidding me..."

There I was standing in the door way of an enormous club, music pounding loud enough for me to feel the bass vibrations in the floor. Lights flashed in every corner of the club and there were people all over: dancing on the floor, drinking their hearts away at the bar, and relaxing on luxurious arm chairs. Voices yelled over the music and fists pumped up and down to the beat as ladies squealed like wild animals. I rolled my eyes as I noticed a guy trying to hit on a girl, only to have her drink splashed in his face.

"Hey," my friend yelled to me, "Let's go grab a drink!"

I shrugged and let her and her friend drag me over to the bar. SHEwas the reason I was there. She had coaxed me into going out to the club with her that evening, telling me it would be fun and that she would make sure we got home at a "descent" time. Every bit of my being wanted to refuse but, being the good friend I was, I let her take me.

I ordered a couple of shots from the bartender, thanking him before downing them rapidly. My friend, Dee, ordered herself a large glass of who knows what, settling herself beside a muscular blonde to strike up a rather flirtatious. I grumbled as I noticed her getting close to him. I gestured to the bartender. "Ya know what, gimme three more of these."

Five minutes past and I had downed a total of seven shots. I surprisingly wasn't affected by it as much as I had expected.

But my frustration took me over instead.

Without thinking, I adjusted my dress and made my over to join a group of rowdy girls at the dance floor. They welcomed me fully. A handful of guys tried to join in with us and we complied. I carelessly chose one of them and danced with him, allowing him to hold my hips as he pulled me up against his well-built body. I let him grind against me for a few songs before dismissing myself to go to the bathroom. He said goodbye in a flirtatious manner and I walked to the bathroom.

"Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck!" I yelled the minute the bathroom door closed. I was the only one inside. I leaned over the sink and stared at my reflection. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I screamed at my reflection, "You are an idiot. That guy was such a tool!"

I paced around, shaking my head. 'I shouldn't even be here...' I thought to myself. I leaned against the wall, facing the mirror. 'I should just go sit down.'

I sighed and walked back out into the obnoxiously noisy club. I walked nonchalantly, ignoring catcalls and dirty smack talk, to the lounging area across from the dance floor to take a seat on a large purple cushioned armchair. Ordering another shot from the waiter, I watched as people danced wildly to the dubstep music blasting from the surrounding speakers. There was one guy that attracted my attention out of everyone. He wore a forest green button down shirt with a black tie and a pair of black pants. I was surprised by his choice of footwear: a pair of red and black Heelies. His brown locks were curly and rather messy, but they weren't unattractive. I was fascinated by him. He danced wilder than anyone else, flailing his arms and jumping around like a mad-man. Plus, he was really cute.

The waiter came by with my shot, handing it to me. "Can I get a few more of these? Thanks." I requested the drinks without taking my eyes off the guy dancing. He was panting as he threw himself around shouting. "WHEEEW!" He exclaimed. I giggled at his funny facial expressions. He was an odd character but I liked it.

I downed all the shots within a minute from their arrival. I was debating.
'Should I go over there and dance with him?'
'Should I offer to buy him a drink?'
I didn't know what the wiser option was, but the alcohol in my system didn't bother to wait for my decision. Without thinking about it, I stood up and joined the crowd of dancers, making sure to stand where he could see me. As the song progressed, I moved closer toward him. He caught sight of me and raised his brow with curiosity. His hazel eyes were deep as they met with mine. As the song was ending, he began moving toward me.

"Hi." He said when he finally reached me.

"Hey." I responded with a smile, the cutest smile I could possibly muster.

He smiled back, grinning from ear to ear, sweat running down the side of his face. "Can... Can I have a dance? With you?" He asked as the song ended.

I nodded. "Sure." A smirk slowly pulled at my lips and I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "If you can handle it."

"Oh ho ho!" He exclaimed with a chuckle before whispering back, "The real challenge is if you can handle me..."

As luck would have it, one of my favorite songs began blasting: "Tonight I'm Lovin' You" by Enrique Iglesias. He started dancing, shaking his hips back and forth to the beat of the song. I mimicked his dance, laughing as I got the feeling I looked like a huge dork. But I didn't care. I kept my eyes locked on him. He grinned at me and took a hold of my hips bringing me closer as he mouthed the words to the song:
Here's the situation, been to every nation. Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do. You know my motivation, given my reputation, please excuse me I don't mean to be rude...

"But tonight I'm lovin' you." He whispered playfully.

I bit my lip, putting my arms around his neck as we danced. We were as close as possible, bodies grinding against each other to the rhythm of the song. When Pitbull's part of the song came around, I finally got a chance to ask him what his name was.

"My name's Toby." He answered, smiling in a surprisingly sexy way.

I leaned against him and whispered in his ear, "I'm Ali. But you can call me whatever you want..."

His face nearly went blank: his hazel eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open. I furrowed my brow in confusion. After a moment he blinked and took a deep breath. "Whoa..." He said staring at me with bulging eyes, "I am sooo tempted to just call you hothothothothot! Sheesh! God! You're just too... Wow!"

I laughed, blushing slightly. "If you want..."

Toby chuckled. "I'm just kidding..." He said pulling me up against him, "You're too beautiful to be called anything like that. I think Ali is the perfect name..."

A smile pulled at my lips as I got lost in his deep hazel eyes. There was something strangely familiar about him that made me swear I had seen him before. However, I couldn't figure it out.

Toby's eyes grew soft as he stared into mine. He held me against him in a surprisingly gentle way, hands holding my hips. I played with his curly brown locks of hair, twirling them around my fingers. He smiled and moved his face closer to mine. I did the same, closing my eyes to prepare for his sweet kiss...

•••

Next thing I knew, I was pinned up against the wall of the girl's bathroom with my legs wrapped around Toby's hips, his soft lips crashing into mine. I held his scruffy jaw line as he kissed me roughly. He held his hands under my thighs and pressed his torso against my chest to hold me against the cold tiled wall. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, pleading for entrance. I was more than happy to comply. His tongue slid over mine and his warm breath mixed with my own. I could taste the alcohol he had been drinking and I was pretty sure he could taste mine. Our breathing quickened as our kiss intensified. We would only pause for a second, panting, before our lips would come crashing back together. My hands, which had been tugging at his hair, shifted subconsciously down to his collar. They quickly took off his tie, letting it fall to the floor. With that accomplishment, they began working at his shirt, undoing the buttons to reveal his surprisingly toned chest.

He shifted to kiss the length of my neck as I started to run my hands along his warm bare chest. I panted heavily, an after-effect of the kissing, running my hands down to his abdomen. He had a strong midsection with well-built abs. My eyes shut as he bit my neck gently. I trembled, trying to hold back the noise that tried to escape from my mouth. He kissed up the length of my neck and chin until his lips finally found mine again.

His right hand pulled out from underneath my thigh and moved to the top of my dress. Just as he was pulling one of the straps off of my shoulder, the door opened and a red-headed girl walked in. Toby pulled his lips away abruptly and shot his head around to see her. The girl stared at us with wide eyes before turning and running back out of the bathroom.

As soon as the door shut, I broke out into hysterical laughter. "Oh my god! Did you see the look on her face? That was priceless! She was like..." I paused. Toby's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell down onto the floor, causing me to tumble along after him. He had passed out and, after my head smacked against the tiled floor, so did I.