Chapter #11- Please don't strip!

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"What can I get you, ladies?" He gives us a smile, and any other day, I would've appreciated his dimples, but right now I'm not in the mood.

"Two shots of Tequila" Mel sneaks a glance at me and snatches away the Sprite can, tossing it in the bin, and says, "Make that a dozen"

"You planning to get hammered?" I tease lightly and she smirks at me before turning away.

"HEY DRAKE!" She hollers, and immediately the DJ looks at us.

"YEAH BABE?" He calls back.

"Don't change this" Mel warns and clicks her finger, changing the song to Bebe Rexha's 'No broken hearts'
I cringe.

Oh baby, oh baby I know that you've been hurting

"Drink up" Mel shoves a shot of Tequila towards me, and seeing her narrowed eyes, I take it wothout a word.

Oh baby, oh baby I know that you've been hurting

Mel gives me a proud smile and then disappears.

I look around, trying to locate her, and hiss when I feel something sharp on my pinky finger.

More like a six-inch heel on my finger.

More like Mel's six-inch heel on my finger.

"Ouch" I pull my hand back, and then gape at her.

Yes my dear people, Mel is standing on the Bar's platform.

'Please don't strip' is all that is going in my head.

No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin' tonight

She starts singing loudly, and considering how hot she is, she immediately has everyone's attention.

The bartender wolf-whistles.

No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin' tonight

She pulls me on top of the bar with her, and I am stunned that I actually stand on top, with her.

We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don't need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did

She looks me in the eye while singing the lyrics, and I am too out of my comfort zone to wonder how she gets two shot glasses in her hands.

She shoves one towards me, and as a dutiful bystander, I take it.

We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks

Seeing me gulp the tequila shot, she hops off the bar, towards the bartender's end, and pulls him close, before making him dance with her.

Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything

The bartender looks disappointed when she hops back on the bar to join me, and hands me another shot.

I gulp it down, without protest, amazed by her.

Oh ain't nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don't feel a thing, just feel the champagne

I bend down and pick up a couple of shots, and hand one to her and she smiles a proud smile at me.

We gulp them down together, and then I join her with all the singing and dancing.

We shout to the music.

If you're feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin' tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin' tonight

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