Warning: Contents in this chapter are graphic.
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"Are you serious?" Claude said talking to someone on the telephone in the living room. I wasn't far, I sat in my room getting ready for tonight. Apparently, at the bar, today is one of its monthly dance nights. Claude and the boys always go. Mainly it's to pick up a gal, make some possible drug deals, or simply to enjoy life for a night without worrying whether you're gonna die or not that day.

As I put on my heels, I heard the phone being hung up. It was soon followed with footsteps down the hallway, and my bedroom door swung open. "Bad news, dance night got canceled. Apparently, some scumbag ended up getting shot at the bar and now it's closed for the investigation, " Claude said in a disappointed tone.

"So I spent about one to two hours getting dressed up to look nice all for nothing, now that's just bull shit, " I say as I look at Claude angerly. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm upset too. I got all dressed up, expecting to have a good time with alcohol and dancing, and I don't even get to have it, " Claude said. Suddenly, he had this look on his face. It was almost like some lightbulb lit up in his mind, as he had gotten some type of genius idea. "Actually, I think I know how to make this work, " Claude said as he walked out of my room. I walk out to see Claude to unlocking a cupboard with a key, opening it to reveal shelves stocked with various alcoholic drinks. "So you casually have a cupboard with alcohol in it?" I question. "Hey, these here are some of the most expensive drinks out there you can get. Some rich folk gets even get this, " Claude says, "Especially considering how hard it is to get your hands on some alcohol cause of that damn prohibition, but thankfully I know some people. Regardless, let's pull out a bottle have some fun, shall we?" Claude questions as he pulls out a bottle of wine, as well as two glasses.

After about two, or maybe three glasses of wine, Claude and I were sitting on the couch, laughing our asses off over God knows what. "You know, who would have ever thought that I would end up getting drunk with you, laughing over random shit, having one hell of a time, " I say as I finish as I took one last sip, drinking what was left in my glass. "And I think I know how to make it better, hold my glass, " Claude said as he had me hold his half-empty glass of wine as he walked over to some type of drawer on the side of the living room, opening the top of it to reveal it was a record player and the storage compartments were used to hold records of many.

Claude pulled out a record and put in on the record player, next thing I know the silent house was no more silent as peaceful, slow jazz music played. I put down the glasses on the coffee table, then I looked at Claude. "Are you serious?" I question him. "Oh, I'm very serious, now come and dance with me, " Claude said as he grabbed my hand, but I pulled my hand away, leaving Claude looking confused. "I'm not really a dancer," I say to him. "Oh come on, everyone can dance. Just give it a try, " He said as he held his hand out, waiting for me to take it.

I stared at him, then I looked at his hand, hesitant to take it, but I did take it. As he held my hand in his, guiding me across the living room near the record player. I felt uncertain, unsure, I was wondering if it was the alcohol that caused me to take his hand, letting him hold my hand, letting him guide me across the room, letting him put his other hand wrap around my waist as he guided my movements as the music played; was it the alcohol's magic doing this, or was it me?

Was it me letting him do this? Was it me that let him guide me, putting his hand around me, letting him look into my eyes as he smiled at me, causing me to feel all warm inside as I danced along to the music with him, letting his head come closer to me, causing our lips to become dangerously close to one another.

Either way, I didn't regret it. I didn't regret having his lips on mine, kissing so softly yet so passionately, pulling me into some kind of trance. I didn't regret having his hands around my waist, slowing pulling up my dress, eventually pulling it off over my head. I didn't regret pulling his jacket off him, as I then unbutton his shirt. I didn't regret having him put kisses down my neck as he tried to strip me bare of any clothing that remained. I didn't regret letting him take me to his room, laying me on his mattress as undressed himself. I didn't regret giving myself to him, letting him put his hands all over my bare body, marking me as his own property.

I didn't regret a single thing.