Take a Hike
Brilliant lights burst and streak through the club, illuminating the fake white fog in rainbow colors. Intense dance music vibrates the walls as it rhythmically pulses throughout the room through the speakers. A sea of people crowd together on the dance floor, occasionally bumping into one another as they dance to the music. The distinct smell of sweat and perfume fills the room as the heat rises from the sheer amount of people.
Somewhere in the middle of all the people, lights, sweat, and music, a young woman breaks from her group of four, and fights her way through the crowd to the bar. With a heavy and exhausted sigh from all of the dancing, the young woman pulls herself up on the bar stool, and waves over the bartender.
"A glass of water please. It is packed tonight!" the young woman says loudly so that she can be heard over the crowd and pounding music.
"It is the last party night until school starts back up again," the bartender explained as he filled a glass with cool water, and then placed it on the bar top.
"Thanks." The young woman quickly picked up the glass, and downed the contents in a couple of gulps.
"You look like you're having a good time." A voice of a young man a couple of stools down
said.
"Huh?" she asked. "Oh..Oh, yeah," she smiled politely.
"Are you here by yourself?" he asked.
"No, my friends are out there somewhere. I just needed a little break before I joined them again," she explained. Even if she was by herself, she would have said that she was with someone just to be safe.
The young man stood and moved to sit beside the young woman. "Well, since you are taking a break, let me buy you a drink," he offered. He had a charming smile, but the young woman looked guarded at best.
"I don't know," she hesitated. "I don't really handle alcohol that well."
"Aw, come on. It is just one drink. One drink isn't going to hurt you," he explained, pressuring the young woman, just a little bit, to agree.
The young woman's eyes shifted over the crowd, desperately searching for her friends in hopes that they would see her plight. She could flat out tell the young man no, but it all ready seemed as if he had a couple of drinks in him. He was a stranger that wasn't taking her polite hint that she didn't want a drink, and she didn't know how he would react if she did tell him no.
"Well, all right. I can handle one," the young woman nervously agreed. She shifted in her seat so that her legs were facing the bar. She was hoping that the young man would pick up on her closed body language, but it was lost upon him as he ordered two shots of Crown Apple.
"So," the young man said after ordering. "What brings you out tonight? Looking for a boyfriend?"
The young woman inwardly groaned, but she put on a cheerful smile. "Hardly," she said with a laugh. "It is just a girl's night thing."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" the young man asked curiously.
"No."
"Why not? You're beautiful. A beautiful girl like you should be with someone."
"I guess I don't have time?" She hated these questions because she never knew how to answer them. Did she really need a reason to be single?
The bartender placed two shot glasses on the bar, filled with an amber liquid, in front of the young man and woman. He looked curiously at the young woman, as she was a regular, and nodded his head lightly towards the young man. She only smiled lightly in return as she felt that she still had this under control, so the bartender moved on.
The young man didn't waste any time downing the shot, and he slammed the glass down back on the bar. The young woman took a deep breath, and downed the liquid quickly before gently placing the glass back on the bar.
"Well, you seem to have time now," the young man continued. "If you are up ditching your girlfriends, why don't you and I leave this place for somewhere a little more private?"
"Ah, I don't think so," the young woman said. She had to be a little more firm with her answer.
"Why not?" the young man asked. "We're getting along, right?" His hand inched towards hers, but she quickly pulled her hand away before he could touch her.
"I'm not going to ditch my friends, so no thank you," the young woman said. She stood up from the stool, and started walking back towards the crowd. She needed to find her friends.
The young man quickly grabbed the woman's hand tightly, and pulled her back towards him. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Hey!" the bartender yelled from behind the bar. He had been carefully watching the whole scene unfold. "She said no, man. Let her go and take a hike," he growled.
The young man looked at the bartender in annoyance, but eventually complied and let the young woman go. "Bitch," he muttered under his breath as he stood up and disappeared into the crowd.
The young woman ran her fingers through her hair, and let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks," she said gratefully.
"Yeah, no problem. You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to go find my friends. Thanks again," she said before she quickly fought her way through the crowd to join her friends.
Somewhere in the middle of all the people, lights, sweat, and music, a young woman breaks from her group of four, and fights her way through the crowd to the bar. With a heavy and exhausted sigh from all of the dancing, the young woman pulls herself up on the bar stool, and waves over the bartender.
"A glass of water please. It is packed tonight!" the young woman says loudly so that she can be heard over the crowd and pounding music.
"It is the last party night until school starts back up again," the bartender explained as he filled a glass with cool water, and then placed it on the bar top.
"Thanks." The young woman quickly picked up the glass, and downed the contents in a couple of gulps.
"You look like you're having a good time." A voice of a young man a couple of stools down
said.
"Huh?" she asked. "Oh..Oh, yeah," she smiled politely.
"Are you here by yourself?" he asked.
"No, my friends are out there somewhere. I just needed a little break before I joined them again," she explained. Even if she was by herself, she would have said that she was with someone just to be safe.
The young man stood and moved to sit beside the young woman. "Well, since you are taking a break, let me buy you a drink," he offered. He had a charming smile, but the young woman looked guarded at best.
"I don't know," she hesitated. "I don't really handle alcohol that well."
"Aw, come on. It is just one drink. One drink isn't going to hurt you," he explained, pressuring the young woman, just a little bit, to agree.
The young woman's eyes shifted over the crowd, desperately searching for her friends in hopes that they would see her plight. She could flat out tell the young man no, but it all ready seemed as if he had a couple of drinks in him. He was a stranger that wasn't taking her polite hint that she didn't want a drink, and she didn't know how he would react if she did tell him no.
"Well, all right. I can handle one," the young woman nervously agreed. She shifted in her seat so that her legs were facing the bar. She was hoping that the young man would pick up on her closed body language, but it was lost upon him as he ordered two shots of Crown Apple.
"So," the young man said after ordering. "What brings you out tonight? Looking for a boyfriend?"
The young woman inwardly groaned, but she put on a cheerful smile. "Hardly," she said with a laugh. "It is just a girl's night thing."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" the young man asked curiously.
"No."
"Why not? You're beautiful. A beautiful girl like you should be with someone."
"I guess I don't have time?" She hated these questions because she never knew how to answer them. Did she really need a reason to be single?
The bartender placed two shot glasses on the bar, filled with an amber liquid, in front of the young man and woman. He looked curiously at the young woman, as she was a regular, and nodded his head lightly towards the young man. She only smiled lightly in return as she felt that she still had this under control, so the bartender moved on.
The young man didn't waste any time downing the shot, and he slammed the glass down back on the bar. The young woman took a deep breath, and downed the liquid quickly before gently placing the glass back on the bar.
"Well, you seem to have time now," the young man continued. "If you are up ditching your girlfriends, why don't you and I leave this place for somewhere a little more private?"
"Ah, I don't think so," the young woman said. She had to be a little more firm with her answer.
"Why not?" the young man asked. "We're getting along, right?" His hand inched towards hers, but she quickly pulled her hand away before he could touch her.
"I'm not going to ditch my friends, so no thank you," the young woman said. She stood up from the stool, and started walking back towards the crowd. She needed to find her friends.
The young man quickly grabbed the woman's hand tightly, and pulled her back towards him. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Hey!" the bartender yelled from behind the bar. He had been carefully watching the whole scene unfold. "She said no, man. Let her go and take a hike," he growled.
The young man looked at the bartender in annoyance, but eventually complied and let the young woman go. "Bitch," he muttered under his breath as he stood up and disappeared into the crowd.
The young woman ran her fingers through her hair, and let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks," she said gratefully.
"Yeah, no problem. You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to go find my friends. Thanks again," she said before she quickly fought her way through the crowd to join her friends.