[This is a kind of MATURE thread. I promise you, we abide to the rules and don't describe what happens where this thread will leave off, but there is making out, dancing, that kind of thing. Don't say we didn't warn you.]

Josh was going to attempt to walk straight into the club without speaking to the bouncer or showing his ID, which obviously wouldn't get him in, not tonight. A poster on the wall clearly stated that only people aged twenty one and older could enter tonight, because there would be free drinks all night because of some sponsership event he neither knew nor cared for. But the muscled man held out his arm and coughed, not letting him pass. Josh took a breath as he turned to him, already gearing up to turn on his charm and con his way into the club, as he'd done so many times before. But recognizing the man holding him back, he didn't need to.

He gave his dark little smirk and raised his eyebrows. "Cameron, my old friend," he said in what sounded like a friendly tone. To anyone but the two guys, it would probably sound genuine. But the two were far from friends. Josh had met Cameron while doing jail time, and Cam had thought he could take Josh on. But he'd blacked out and attacked Cam with a temper so feirce, the older boy had backed off, and had nursed a fear for the teen ever since. "It's been such a long time."

Cameron squinted, and then did a double take. "Uh, oh, hey Josh. Er, I'm sure it's just fine. You and your lady friend can go right on through. No hard feelings."

"None at all, none at all," Josh assured him, turning to Alexandra. He motioned to her and then led the way inside, creating a path between the crowd by shoving people out of his way. He stopped at the bar and grabbed a drink. "They're free tonight," he told her. "Awesome, huh? So, where were we?"

"We know each other from a long time ago, or at least a few years," Josh explained briefly. No need to say more than that, for fear of being ditched because of his problems. She didn't need to know that he was an addict, and she didn't need to know about his temper, the same condition that had helped him commit a murder at the young age of twelve years. Did he regret the murder? No, never. Josh figured the whore got what she deserved, her new replacement killed at the hands of her jealous ex. It was like a love story with a tragic ending. It would make a wonderful topic for a song, if he could find some inspiration to write it. Yes, maybe later he would pick up his guitar and strum a few chords. No one needed to know what the song was about after it was written. That was the mystery of it all, in his eyes.

Josh's mouth dropped open and he whistled, his eyes sweeping slowly down her figure, clad in the very revealing outfit, and when he brought his gaze back up, it lingered on her chest. A very Josh-like move. "Damn," he breathed. "That's hot, I gotta admit, sugar. It really compliments your figure." When she leaned on him, he fearlessly placed his hands on her shoulders, then slowly moved them down her waist, wrapping around her back as he leaned in closer and gave her a soft kiss to the kips. Nothing passionate, just a little taste of what was to come. He smiled seductively and stared into her eyes as he pulled back, breathing softly and slowly.

"I like it, too," he said softly. "I'm up for anything you want to do. Consider me yours, for tonight." He grinned. "I warn you, the way I dance isn't very appropriate to some," he laughed with a wink. "I'm sure you won't mind, though. I find your taste in style very appealing." With every sip of the drink he took, he started to get more flirtatious, less careful with his words, much more inappropriate teenager. He leaned in and kissed her again, lingering this time, his hands on her hips. She was perfect. And for tonight, she would be his, if things worked out as planned.

[Dirty children :X lol]

He went with her willingly as she tugged him toward the dance floor, closing his hand around hers, enjoying the warmth of her clutch. He was indeed going to honour her request to dance, but he wasn't finished with the beginning of his lust, not yet. "Hang on," he instructed, leaning very close until he could feel her breath on his cheeks, perfume sweet. He inhaled deeply, his lips parting. Staring into her eyes, he advanced very slowly until his lips were brushing hers once more, and then he started to lead a much more passionate kiss, one hand in the small of her back, the other winding through her soft blonde hair. Usually Josh didn't shut his eyes when he kissed a girl, because while he enjoyed the feel of her lips on his, they just didn't evoke that feeling in him. But when he touched his lips to the beautiful girl in front of him now, his eyes closed slowly, and he let himself really get into the kiss. She was one of the most brilliant kissers he'd ever shared a moment with.

Enjoying the moment, he kissed her for much longer than he'd orginally intended to, drawing back only breifly to breath before leaning in again. Both hands were on her waist again, slowly moving up and down. Then he pulled back very slowly, reluctantly, and one hand swept up to her face. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, smiling. "You are," he breathed, "- the sexiest, smoothest kisser in the world. I mean that. That was incredible." He was drunk now, officially. It didn't take much to intoxicate him. But he still had some of his conscience, at least enough to remember that she'd invited him to dance a few minutes ago.

"Okay, as you wish," he said softly. "Let's dance, then." His dancing was very dirty, the typical genre of dance you would see in a nightclub such as this. They weren't the only pairs kissing and touching on the dance floor, almost everyone was. And almost everyone was drunk, too, the smell of alcohol filling the air, loud music pumping over the speakers. But the only Josh paid attention to was the music to guide his movements, and the stunning girl he was with.

[He's drunk XD]

[I kept it as clean as possible]

He may be a dirty dancer most of the time, but being a flirt, Josh had learned how to slow dance during one of his many one-night stands. He swayed with her in time with the music, resting his chin on top of her head and breathing in her sweet scent, his eyes closing as he smiled. All thoughts about not getting too into the night were forgotten in his intoxicated state, and he was just going to go with the flow. The song progressed into another slow song, and he danced with her during this one, too. Neither needed to say a word, everything was said in the way they held each other, in love at least for the night. After the song ended, he pulled back a little and held her face softly in his hands, kissing her lightly and then pulling back to stare into her eyes. The sudden desire to kiss her with all his passion surprised him, but he withheld on this urge, he couldn't start that here, not in front of so many witnesses.

Slow and stealthy, he let their dancing slowly lead them closer to where he knew the nightclub bathrooms were located. Navigating into the small hallway that contained the three different doors, he pressed her up against the door of one of the bathrooms, which one he didn't pay attention, and started to kiss her, moving from her lips and letting his own skim the soft skin of her neck, his hands moving down to her waist. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he pulled his shirt over his head and opened the door to the bathroom, tossing it onto the floor. Closing the door and sliding the latch over, he moved closer and pressed his lips to hers again, his hands moving down to her shirt...

- - -

When Josh woke up, he was aware that his cheek was pressed against something cold, and that his head was pounding like hell. Recognizing the familiar signs of a hangover, he groaned and sat up, meanwhile opening his eyes. He realized he was in some sort of bathroom, and this confused him. Then he saw his clothes lying on the floor, as well as the girls, and he blinked as the night events came back to him. It had been one of the best nights of his life, he remembered with a smile. But his feelings for her scared him. He was afraid of this turning into something more than strict lust, so he dressed quickly, fixing his tie in the mirror and glancing back at her one last time before he slipped out of the club through the crowd and back up to the school.