-Molly-
The minute we walked into the club, the pounding bass swept through me, calling me with its rhythmic beat. It only took a moment for my steps to fall in with the beat of the music as I made a beeline for the dance floor, pulling Becca with me. I could feel how reluctant she was, Becca was never one to dance, but I wasn't about to leave her behind.
The song ended before we got out onto the floor, forcing us to stop as the horde moved off to grab drinks, use the restroom, or hook up, which was the most likely of the choices.
I looked over the crowd trying to spot a decent target for my… desire tonight. But though there were many well-fit, handsome young men who would be more than happy to jump at a wild time. Seeing them in their preppy clothes and sun-kissed blonde hair did nothing for me. It grew worse when I realized that they all looked the same to me. It was hard to distinguish one trust fund kid from another, and none were appealing.
