The music was blasting against the eardrums when Scarlett and Dylan entered through the door. The atmosphere was just like any other club. The whole place reeked of strong alcoholic drinks. Liquors were being served. Some of the couples could be seen making out over on the couches on the first floor. The ground floor had people squeezed, dancing wildly on the dance floor with DJ playing music to hype the hoofing audience.
"Have a look around. Which guy do you prefer? From the dance floor or the first floor?", the girl ran her gaze around the dance floor. Youthful bodies were twerking, swaying their bodies to the lifeful music.
"I think one from the first floor would be fine", reverting his eyes from the boy who had a girl grinding on his front, Dylan answered the girl. Not that he would find someone from that floor. It looked as if everybody dancing there had a partner, leaving no space for a single, lonely person who was ready to mingle in the night.
Both of them moved towards the stairs on the right corner of the area. Scarlett was loving to watch people going crazy in a state of inebriation. She would always be amused watching alcohol doing wonders with people's minds, peeling off all the layers, uncovering their real faces. The intoxication from the drink would leave them naked, not in the literal sense of the word, well, that would also be a part of the night, but first, their real faces would be exposed. Their realistic and heartfelt intentions would be revealed.
In her opinion, if a couple was going to get married, they should have to get high on alcohol intoxication one by one to find out the real feelings of their partner for them.
When they walked up through the stairs, Scarlett's eyes caught a boy with curly brown hair smiling in her way. Well, she thought he was smiling. That was more of a puckish grin.
"You saw him looking at me?", she leaned over to the side of Dylan and whispered in an audible voice.
"He was not looking at you, professor, but checking you out", they continued walking through the couches, looking for an empty table.
"Hey! Keep it low. We are looking for hookups. Our real identities will remain undercover. We are going to pretend to be normal students for tonight. Nothing more, nothing less", the boy received the second slap of the night from the girl.
"We? I knew that! Why would you dress up in that racy dress if you were to look someone only for me", Dylan squealed in a high-pitched voice. Thanks to the loud music that his voice didn't grab anyone's attention.
"Jeez...Dylan, I'mma not let anyone touch my body unless I set you up with someone, so better calm your needy shit down or we are going home", clamping her teeth, Scarlett snarled at the boy and shot him a death glare. The poor boy mouthed an 'okay'. It seemed as if their ages were swapped with each other outside the university. The professor appeared more confident and intimidating than the twenty-five-year-old boy walking beside her.
"There's a table. Let's go", the girl spotted an empty couch in the corner as they continued walking to it. While making their way towards it, Scarlett saw the same boy with curly hair on one of the couches having a girl straddling his lap. The girl was sucking on the lower lip of the boy while the hands of the boy could be seen roaming all over her back under her dress. When the boy felt a strong, unavoidable gaze at him, he pulled away from the girl on his lap. Seeing the same girl; he saw entering the first floor earlier; gawking at him, the corner of his lips curled up in an erotic smirk. He pulled out his hands from under the shirt of the girl and positioned them on either side of her shoulders. He started leaving red marks on the neck of the girl while his eyes remained on Scarlett.
"Why are the hot guys booked?", groaning, she tore her gaze from the boy and strode towards the couch.
"Because they are hot", Dylan chortled at the long face of the girl as she slumped on the couch. A waiter came by and dropped two cocktails at their table. They both took a sip from their glasses, Scarlett bringing it near to her mouth again while Dylan making a disgusted face.
"Eww~~tastes shit", his eyebrows pulling down and nose wrinkled at the bitter taste of the drink.
"Tastes sexy", it was the girl's turn to break into a soft chuckle at watching the drink squicking his friend out.
"Gonna get something else for me", he walked off to the bar. The professor continued taking small sips of the liquor, enjoying the salty-bitter drink while her eyes were glued to the same boy who was still making out with the girl.
"Getting drunk on jealousy?", Scarlett snapped her head in the direction of the new source of the voice. To her right, a boy who looked a few years older than her was swirling reddish-brown coloured drink in the martini glass. The boy had silver hoop earrings on his left ear, his right eyebrow also pierced, adorning a titanium ring, giving him a rugged appearance.
"Me? Nooo", was she that obvious? She hoped that the boy hadn't watched her glaring at the other boy who was sitting far on the other couch. His back was facing them and other couples were minding their own businesses there as well so it was impossible to find out what the girl was exactly looking at.
"He is the playboy of this club", damn, she was too obvious for anyone to follow her line of sight and read her face even standing from the other corner.
"A great seducer", the boy continued speaking as he rounded around the table to take a seat beside the girl.
"And a heartbreaker."