The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Come on. I think to myself. What's the worse can happen?

I'll fall and make a joke out of myself, that's what.

Ignoring the small reasoning voice of my head, I still follow Blaire to the half circular shaped bar, shaking the mane, that was my hair.

The bartender, previously made aware of our orders places two ready made chocolate milk in front of us, topping the rim of the glass with generous amount of whipped cream.

"We'll also take four shots of red headed slut." Blaire muses peering over the bar making me almost gag on the chocolate milk.

"Shots of what?" I ask dabbing the corner of my lips with a paper napkin.

"Red headed slut." She says raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure there isn't something like that." I challenge taking another long drag of the iced chocolate milk.

"Oh, there is." She fires back, examining her bright red painted nails. "And it is fun."

"Just because it's name?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

Blaire grins mischievously as the bartender places four shot glasses of red liquid in front of us.

"See?" Blaire gestures at the glasses. "Red headed sluts."

"You're awful." I giggle.

"Awe, you love me." The woman pouts handing me one of those mini glasses. "Cheers!"

"I probably shouldn't be drinking." I say after downing the awfully sweet drink in one go, forced by my one and only friend.

"Oh shush, you." Blaire said handing me another. "We are going to have fun. Do two more of these and hit the dance floor, aye?"

"No more." I say. "Dance-"

"Two more." Blaire urges holding out two fingers waving them around my eyes.

Four shots of whatever later, Blaire and I found ourselves in the heady circle of the dance floor, music blaring through the inbuilt speakers, screaming the lyrics on top of our lungs, laughing, trashing our head from side to side falling into the steps of the unmatched rhythm of the whole area.

I had stopped my heavy drinking and the occasional dose of ecstasy after I joined the school as a teacher.

The thought of being hungover and cranky while meeting the tiny devils with a pointy tail while they yearned to learn their dance wasn't just appealing to me.

So I quit. Wine with meals every now and than seemed much more reasonable these days but today, I felt a glimpse of my careless days and to be honest, it felt good.

I felt as if I was the free spirit.

"You got them moves, Bubsie!" Blaire yells over the music, her body like mine moving on it's own to the rhythm.

Laughing loudly, I grab her hands, falling into a widely out of step salsa with her.

"Look at you!" I holler over the crowd. "Looking good with your hair down!"

Blaire giggles, messing up her hair with both of her hands more doing a side to side flip, all the while laughing like a mad woman.

Lord, she is here to break hearts tonight. Thinking I laugh out loud mirroring her actions as I feel an unfamiliar hand on my waist.

The sensation makes me stop on my tracks. Blaire halts as well, a frown resting on her face as I turn around to face a foreign man.

Betting my two pennies that I conclude that have never seen this man. So, I step back from his hold.