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“What in the hell was that?”
    “Mach5 .” He smiles, lifting his own shot into the air before swallowing it. His mouth puckers as he feels the same burn, but he forces a smile to cover his pain.
    I take another sip of beer and try to listen to the music, but Jett mutters something over it and disappears before I can ask him to repeat it. I’m no lightweight, but I feel like I’m experiencing aftershocks from the damn shot. When he finally returns, he has two more shots in hand and a girl on his arm. “How long were you gone?” I ask with a laugh. He pushes the shot in front of me, holding his up until I finally raise mine before he downs it. The girl is wiggling around to the music and gives his arm a tug, but he’s waiting.
    When I don’t drink mine he looks to the glass in my hand and waits expectantly. “I just finished the last one. Give me a minute. Okay?”
    Jett nods and whispers something to the girl who walks off with a smile. He glares at me and crosses his arms across his chest. “She wants to dance, but I told her I’ll meet up with her after my brother stops being a pussy and drinks the Flatliner I got him because I haven’t seen his ass in eight months.”
    I grab the shot and swallow it down waiting for the after burn again, but my throat is still numb from the last one, and I barely feel anything. That can’t be good.
    “Go!” I nod in the direction of his waiting one-night stand, but he lingers for a few minutes before finally disappearing.
    I lose track of time, listening to the end of a song before the band takes their break. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a news alert that is nothing worth reading. But since I have it out, I search for the contents of the shots Jett got for me. Tequila, Sambucca, and who knows what else in the first shot? I’m no lightweight, but those two shots, back to back, can’t be good.
    The band is no longer on stage but most of the people remain on the floor as dance music filters through the place. I’m not sure what song is playing, but the beat is decent and I find my eyes glued to the same woman from before. I grab my beer and move to get a better view, feeling the impact of the alcohol. A mere ten feet away, I can finally see more of her, but she hasn’t turned in my direction , and I want to see what she looks like. She’s wearing tight jeans that hug her curves and a black top, but I still want to get a better view of her.
    “Wanna dance?” someone asks from behind me. I turn my head in the direction of the feminine voice and find an attractive blonde smiling at me. I don’t want to dance, but if I do, maybe I can get close enough to the woman who’s somehow caught my attention this evening. I take her hand and lead her to the floor and let the alcohol take the lead, moving in time with the beat. She pushes closer to me, writhing around and rubbing her body against mine. She looks up at me with eyes so intense I know everything that is going through her mind with the single glance. She spins around and grabs my hand, pulling me off the dance floor. It’s clear what she has in mind, and I’m all too willing to follow. That is, until my eyes land on her again.
    The brunette is in her own world, oblivious to the hungry eyes watching her. My legs are glued to the spot I was so eager to escape moments before because I’m captivated by this woman. The blonde sticks her bottom lip out in a pout and attempts to tug me toward her once again, but I pull her back to me. I do my best to convince my dance partner I’m into her, but my attention has been stolen. There are so many people around us, I can’t tell if I’m dancing with her, or the woman next to her.
    There’s an idea.
    We continue swaying to the music, all the while, getting closer to my intended target. I still have not seen her face, but her body and the sheer unencumbered way she moves leaves me with one goal - get this one.
    My dance partner has taken to moving