Dancing the Night Away

I had always been a little shy, but alcohol had always transformed me into an outgoing kind of girl. I had gone to a club tonight with my girlfriend, Dianna, and she was very sure of herself, and very beautiful.  I had been made to look like a princess tonight and I felt like royalty.  She curled and sprayed my long blonde hair and my makeup was perfect, making me look almost as pretty as she was.  She had let me borrow her short black leather skirt and she told me tonight we would pick new names and different careers than we had in real life, just for fun.

I wasn't sure about all of this at first because I was just newly divorced and I had children but she assured me that none of this would be permanent just kind of like a dream, a good dream.  As I started to feel really good from the two mixed drinks I guzzled down for courage, I saw her already on the dance floor with a tall handsome dude.  I didn't care though, because I was feeling the music and the vibes of the club and had noticed an athletic guy with curly brown hair in the corner that had been staring at me for a while.  The drinks had built up my confidence and made me brave enough to walk over to him and ask him to dance.  He graciously accepted, introducing himself as Steve, and I told him my name was Jackie (which wasn't true) and we proceeded to the dance floor.  The song playing was "Jump" by my favorite band Van Halen, and I really got the music.  It flowed through my body and down to my feet and I moved like I had no tomorrow.  He was a good dancer too, and our bodies seemed to fit together on the dance floor like two clams in a shell.  We couldn't stop dancing for a while, but when we did and sat down at the table we were exhausted.

He bought me another drink and we talked about our careers and our lives.  I pretended to work at a hospital and I didn't mention my kids.  This wasn't a real thing anyway, I could be someone else tonight.  After my third drink, he kissed me and my body became hot and my heart pounded.  It was the most marvelous kiss I had ever had.  This couldn't happen because after tonight I couldn't see him again,.  This would all be a fantastic dream and in the past, just a memory, a good, good, memory after tonight.

We heard another good beat and beloved song and I just had to get up and dance.  He followed, holding my hand and pulling me close.  I don't know how long we danced but I came back to reality when the lights came on and the club was closing down.  We both kissed goodbye and went our separate ways which made me wonder if he was just pretending also.

by C Leigh Cook