There were many things about the club scene that were alluring and seductive. The music thumped hard against the walls of the establishment, seemingly shaking it from the inside out. On the pavement outside, the vibrations could be felt in your chest and feet. It was like the music was pulling in the bodies-- only not against their will. Wilhelmina was one of those few.
Her friend pulled her along, grinning from ear to ear in pure excitement. Will’s own expression was one of uneasiness. She was excited about the concept of dancing the night away, but there were many other factors that came into play. For the night, however, she was supposed to be being ‘open and spontaneous.’ As a controlled individual, it would prove to be a difficult task. The fact that she was attempting at all was setting off all sorts of bells and whistles.
Their first stop was the dance floor, and Will instantly felt comfortable. She loved to dance, and dancing with friends was always better than dancing alone. Dancing with strangers? Well, that was another thing.
She felt a hand glide along her thigh and instantly she regretted wearing a mini dress. It felt like little spiders running a long her skin. Will cringed and moved away. Her friend looked over her shoulder, then back to Will again.
“Will, that guy is hot!” She yelled at her over the music.
“Isn’t it like . . . Good manners or something to ask a woman if she wants to dance rather than cop a feel unannounced?” She asked, wondering what kind of time her friend wanted her to have exactly. When she watched her friend shrug off her question and continue dancing, she couldn’t help but wonder. Eventually her friend ended up dancing with the guy and Will ended up being more of a third wheel than anything. She tapped her friend on the shoulder and informed her she was going to get a drink-- which was really code for Will. It meant she was over the club scene and she was ready to go when she was.
Will squeezed passed the crowd of people as she made her way to the bar. She completely lucked out when she found a seat. It meant that she wouldn’t have to stand for hours in five inch heels. Not always much of a drinker, she decided that she wouldn’t get through the night without one. She ordered a dirty martini and waited rather patiently for the night to end.