Cecilia's day had been just as dull and uneventful as the weekdays tend to be. She figured that the only way to liven up this hell of a day was to do something fun, and it was her top priority. That's how she found her self at the club wearing only a white minidress that covered all the necesities and three inch stilettos. But, as usual, she looked flawless.

Cecilia was standing at the bar. She grinned, her drink of the night in one hand, her clutch hanging on her wrist. Finally a place where she could let loose and do what she loved. She downed the rest of her drink, handed her purse to a friend of hers, and walked out to the dacnce floor. She smiled and started to move her hips to the music. She loved to dance; and she was great at it too. By now, she was lost in the music, enjoying the beat of the bass and the flash of the lights. She was completely oblivious to everyone in club around her it wasn't just her energy being tipsy helped. But she danced. Her energy was enviable. She danced without boundaries. Allowing reality and fantasy mingle in a world together. Her hands in the air, hips swinging, she danced as a free spirit, unlike most girls, she wasnt bound by the conventions of 'right' and 'wrong'... she played by her own rules. Dancing wildly, free, and wrecklessly made her feel alive. It was lucky that she could act as if she were free from the judgements of a conservative community when so many others couldn't. She danced and her happiness sent her into a sea of bliss. When the song was over, she walked over to the bar and ordered another Cosmopolitan.