The club was exactly the sort she hated, pretentious, packed, sweaty, nobody dancing - god forbid they ruin their shoes in the process, or street-cred for that matter - and overpriced; they were students on a student income for Pete's sake. The music was trash to say the least and the ratio of men to women was also pretty glaring, there were certainly more guys than there were girls and the incredibly unpleasant feeling that accompanied it was all too apparent, the feeling of being lessened to that of a piece of meat thrown into the centre of a lion's den. Eyes gawped as though stripping her bare for all to see and touching her with tainted hands, intense voracious stares taking in every inch of her body and coupled with derogatory remarks under muttered breath. Never before had she felt so out of her depth, so exposed and so smothered.
By comparison, Sadina appeared well adjusted, in her element even, turning down drink offers and unsolicited advances like a graceful art she had perfected. Her commanding strut with a swift damning lift of her hand to their faces was the only destructive and powerful deterrent she needed to keep the sharks at bay, circle and hover though they might.
Sadina led them over to her group of friends, a diverse, but rowdy bunch and feeling themselves a little too much, incessant chatter about which fish they were about to reel in, who hadn't had sex in a criminally long time and who looked the most fire tonight. It was jargon she mostly understood, but wasn't accustomed or inclined to partake in. On the plus side, they were full of praise for her and as much as the compliments were welcome, it was clear they were directed at her alter-ego for the night, there was no way these people would give her a shred of attention under normal circumstances and to be fair, she was fine with that.
Served by Sadina’s generous friends, they both had had more drinks than they could handle and Sadina in particular was already tipsy. Rachel had paced herself, somewhat deliberately, she was in the company of unfamiliar people, surrounded by thirsty men, it certainly wasn’t the most ideal place for her to let her guard down, but it was at least enjoyable seeing Sadina so beautifully carefree and without regard for the world around her. There was something to be said about that kind of nonchalant mindset, it was an admirable personality trait in given circumstances and not one she herself possessed. Take that instance for example, she hated the music, she hated how many guys there were and she especially hated being left to her own devices, stood there next to the entrance to the toilets and outside of their little group circle sipping away at her drink like a complete loser. Putting up with the noise and having to turn down males one after the other, as though at some point any one of them had a chance to do what the other could not, was exhausting.
It was only out of some sort of sisterly obligation that she felt inclined to stay at that point and even that was wearing thin, this was all a test of her patience.
As though noticing Rachel's discomfort, Sadina suddenly took hold of her hand in a show of commanding, unfazed confidence and led her to the middle of the dance floor.
The next thing she knew, there they both were at the centre of the dance floor, Sadina gyrating on her with the flexibility of a snake, all eyes locked on them and her friends hooting and hollering from the sides. As profound and exhilarating as it was to be on the dance floor with Sadina and having her grind on her, Rachel couldn’t help but feel self conscious. She was no great dancer herself, albeit a little better than Sadina, and all this attention certainly didn’t sit well with her. Sadina was mesmerising, but it wasn’t enough to detract from the overwhelming feeling to flee… until Sadina took her face in her soft hands and instructed her to just focus on her, to let everything around her go, to lose herself in the moment, and so she did, abandoning all her ties to the world around her and embracing that single moment they had created for themselves, that bubble that only they occupied.
She was lost in Sadina’s eyes under the dimly lit violet lights of the dance floor. Everything around them simply faded away and she found herself in a complete state of euphoria, where nothing mattered anymore and time had no bearing.
Sadina could have happily stayed in that state forever, but alas, once again, it was shattered by the crushing weight of cruel reality, when two lovely guys took it upon themselves to grab them both by the waists to grind on them from behind and they weren’t in the least bit deterred by her horror or subsequent look of scorn.
Feeling exceedingly violated, Rachel was about to explode into a fit of rage when Sadina took her face in her hands and kissed her.
It honestly took a moment to register that Sadina’s tongue was deep inside her mouth and even then, it was as though her mind and all intelligent thought along with it, had combusted with the spontaneity and intensity of it.
She completely froze, unable to process what had just happened. Everything was a blur and the longer it persisted, the more she found herself melting and slipping further into a kiss induced hypnotic state that either left the guys grinding on them too stunned and awkward or turned on by it, that they immediately backed off, it didn't matter what they said or did after that, she could neither hear nor see them, like everything else, they simply faded into a distant background until all was silent and it
