Late Saturday, June 8th, 2015
"Want to dance?" an angelic voice asked.
"I'd love to." I said looking into his bright blue eyes.
He took my hand and we made our way to the packed dance floor.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked hitting his pierced lip.
"Adrian." I said dancing closer to him.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name is Luke." He said grabbing my hips as the music tempo increased.
"Your cute." I said honestly.
"Thank you."
We danced song after song for hours, our bodies moving together to the music.
"Do you want to get a drink?" He asked.
"I would love a drink." I said following him off the dance floor.
"Here you go." He said handing me the red solo cup most likely full of spiked punch.
"Thank you." I said smiling.
"Are you from around here? I haven't seen you here before." He said sipping on his drink.
"No I'm from Virginia actually." I said.
"I've never been there before, what's it like?" He asked looking deep into my eyes.
"It's not as flat as Florida and it's has a homey feeling wherever you go..." I explained.
"That's lovely." He said chewing on his lip.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" a very drunk Harry yelled angrily.
"Talking, what the fuck does it look like Harry?!" I fired back.
"Talking, huh? You keep your damn hands off of her, or I will rip your throat out!" He shouted getting into Luke's face.
People began to notice Harry's intense yelling.
"Mate, my hands aren't going near her." Luke said calmly.
"Don't act like I didn't see you all up on her on the dance floor!" He said stumbling into the punch table.
"Harry would you stop making a scene? Just calm down." I said grabbing his arm.
"If you lay one finger on her! One fucking finger! I will ruin you." He threatened.
"Harry c'mon we are leaving. I am sorry Luke, I guess I'll see you around." I said pulling him away before he could cause any more trouble.
"No I'm not done!" He shouted loudly.
"Haz please just c'mon." I pleaded grabbing his arm.
His expression softened and he followed me out. Lydia and Damon were still talking and flirting.
"We're going home, are you coming?" I asked Lydia.
"I guess so." She said sadly.
"I can take her home." Damon offered.
Lydia's face lit up at his words.
"Okay, have fun kids!" I joked.
"Use protection!" Drunk Harry shouted from across the parking lot.
I looked back and saw Lydia blushing furiously.
I helped Harry into the car, he could barely function.
I buckled him like a child and got into my side a started the Jeep.
"Adrian let's go to the place. Please, A let's go." He begged.
"Harry, it's late and your drunk." I argued.
"A, please!" He pleaded.
It had been years since we went to our place...
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