Night Club //ONE.

Contest entry for kayyxbabie7 ;D
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“Holy damn,” Joe muttered under his breath, letting go of the young girl’s hips as she danced away into the night.

Zac followed Joe’s gaze to a beautiful girl sitting alone at the bar. Her shiny black hair showered over her shoulders and down her back, and the red dress she had on squeezed her image perfectly. He pushed on Joe’s back, giving him a head start.

But his feet did the rest.

He paused halfway over, flipping his hair and displaying an award-winning grin. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing, sitting over here all alone?” he said charmingly, sliding into the chair beside her.

The girl spun slowly in her chair, barely effected by the stranger’s intriguing voice. “That depends,” she smiled. “What’s it to you?”

“Just that you could be out there dancing with someone fun, per say, me?”

“Hm,” she smirked, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll pass on that offer.” And with that, she spun back around to face the bartender. “Hit me,” she said casually, as the young boy began filling her glass with White Merlow.

He watched her guzzle the wine as if it was a daily routine. She slammed the shot glass down on the counter and let out a long, ‘Ahhh.’

“How old are you?” He transformed his face to make it look as if he weren’t the sex-addicted player he truly was.

“Thirty-four,” she said before flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

“So we’re gonna play the guessing game? Alright. I’d say … nineteen at the oldest.”

She smiled, staring into the empty shot glass, her eyes begging for more. “You’re good at this game.” She whipped her head up to look at him. “Twenty-eight.”

He touched his face gently. “Do I honestly look that old?”

She laughed at the concern in his eyes. “I was going to say seventeen, but that would mean you act more like a neighborhood rapist than you do a seventeen year-old, trying to pick up hot, lonely girls at night clubs.” She smiled.

His eyes fell suddenly to a slit in the top of her dress, exposing the outline of her breasts. He tried to lift his gaze, but couldn’t fight the urge.

“Uhm,” she said, fanning her hand in front of his face, “I’m up here.” She let out a nervous laugh that was obviously meant to be fake.

He looked up. “Nineteen.”

She nodded. “Much better.” She turned away again, obviously uninterested. Either that, or disgusted. Joe couldn’t make out her face. Speaking of make out . . .

He took her hand and pulled her gently off of her chair.

She followed him smoothly onto the dance floor, a confused look on her face. She stared up into his eyes as she took her in his arms.

His arms wrapped around her waist so carefully, as if she would break if handled improperly. He pulled her closer and closer.

When his face was just inches away from hers, she pushed on his chest with both of her hands and walked away.

He stared blankly as he watched her march her way back to the bar and sit down in the same seat she was just thirty seconds ago.

No girl ever walked away from Joe Jonas. At least, not the ones he met in the night club. And he didn’t like the feeling. He looked around at the gawking faces and pulled a slim, narrow girl over in front of him and began to dance with her.

She grinded her way down his body and back up, Joe’s hands on her hips with each groove. But the whole time she danced him up and down, his eyes were on the girl at the bar. And so was his mind. But she wouldn’t even look his way; just flirted with the bartender.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

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Random idea ;D
I have enough time to post
all my videos, PLUS this one.
So should I go through with this,
even if I don’t win the contest?

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