No Strings Attached

Chapter 10: In the Club

"Okay fine, this is the last one, then we're just going to go dancing, okay?" Becca sighed and looked about the room, trying to find another target to demonstrate her final trick for the night. She found a girl leaning against one wall, slightly bopping along to the music with no drink in hand. That bit was important.

Once again Heng narrated for the rest to understand what Becca was doing as she went about performing her magic. "She goes up to the girl, standing just a little bit back for space between them. She then leans in and whispers something offensive in her ear. Not too much, but enough to make the girl angry. And then... There comes the slap, but Becca expertly blocks it by grabbing the woman's wrist with one hand, the other hand reaches for her throat, though lightly enough again to be non-threatening. Notice how she leans her body into the woman now and drags her nose along her jawline up to her ear. She usually then whispers something along the lines of 'Do that again and I'll have to punish you'. Then Becca walks away without turning back. Watch how the girl chews her bottom lip as her eyes follow Becca. Now she's interested."

Becca returns to the table with a smirk and sits down again to drink her beer. "Just warn me if she's coming at me. That trick can backfire badly, but it's a rush for sure."

"Fucking hell..." Freen mumbled and grabbed Nam by the hand, dragging her off to the bar, Tor following short on their heels. The rest of the table stared at Becca as she leaned back in her chair, enjoying her drink. When she noticed the pointed looks she furrowed her brow in confusion. "What?" Irin shook her head and reached for Becca's arm, clasping it tightly. "You know I love you, right? But you're fucking clueless."

"Don't start, okay?" Becca growled. She wasn't clueless. She knew exactly what all of them had in mind, but she firmly refused to pay attention to it. She knew she was poking at Freen like a bear with a sore paw. And honestly, she was enjoying it. She had no plans to change what she was doing.

At the bar Freen and Nam had already downed two shots each, while Tor got a round of shots for the table. They all joined in to cheers to the band and slammed back the hard liquor, followed by a dive into the thick masses of foam covering the dancefloor.

It was bodies upon bodies and skin upon skin, sleek and wet as friends and strangers alike danced to the dark, hypnotic beats. Becca lost herself in the rhythm and tried to clear her mind from a certain someone, but found it quite difficult. Every now and then she'd search and spot the dark haired beauty moving about. She would convince herself that she was just looking out for Freen's safety and nothing more, but she also knew that was a lie.

Freen, on the other hand, was quite liquored up by now as it was her method of forgetting about Becca and just enjoying herself. Nam and Tor would dance close by to make sure she was okay and everytime Nam and Freen started dancing close and grinding and slipping against each other, it would make Becca just an extra bit mad.

Eventually a tall, sexy man with his chiseled body moved in on Freen and she didn't bother pushing him away. In fact, she wanted to play and started running her hands over his naked torso as they danced together. That was Becca's last straw. She finished her drink in three seconds flat, slammed the bottle down on the nearest table, and headed for the exit. Noticing Becca's immediate change in mood, Irin quickly followed her friend.

"What the fuck, Becca? We're all just having some fun. What's your problem?" She asked forcefully when she grabbed her friend by the wrist to stop her from heading down the stairs where she would reach the street. Becca swung around and hissed, "You know what my problem is! I can't watch that!"

"So don't! Just come enjoy yourself with your friends. You don't have to pay attention to what you don't want to see." Irin stepped into Becca's space and held her face in her hands. "I know it's been a long and tiresome journey for you to get over her, but if you let your emotions control you now, you'll never get out of that hole you're stuck in. Come prove to yourself that you've actually made progress."

Becca leaned against the wall, clenching her jaw at the consideration of it all. Taking a deep breath, she sighed finally and relented, following Irin back up the stairs to the club. "Fine, but if I see her kissing someone I WILL get violent."

As they entered the club once more, Irin shoved Becca towards the guys and indicated to them to take her dancing, while she herself went to the bar. Freen was laughing and drinking with the guy from the dancefloor, but Irin quickly inserted herself between them. "Baby, you know I don't like it when you play with the guys." She gave the tipsy Freen a solid glare, then turned to the guy. "Sorry if my girlfriend has been bothering you. She gets a little out of hand when she's been drinking." The guy's eyes went wide and he held his palms up, "Hey no worries. Sorry, I thought she was single." Irin put on a fake sweet face for him and eased out her words carefully, "Yeah well, she's not. See you later." Irin grabbed Freen by the shoulders and steered her back to the group on the dancefloor. Nam was already waiting for her with a bottle of water.

As the group continued dancing close to each other in order to protect their own, they gave themselves time to have fun and sober up before it got too late and too crazy. One thing they could all sense, however, was the crazy electrical tension between Becca and Freen as they would lock eyes every now and then, but refused to touch.