#gaexdearg

Quentin usually wasn’t shy about going to clubs. But this was her first time going out with Nel and Ally and well…maybe she was feeling a little self-conscious about the outfit that Ally had picked for her. She wasn’t unused to miniskirts, but this one was shorter than any of the ones she’d ever worn. And the halter top was showing off her small amount of cleavage. And it was leather. Quentin shifted a little, eyes drifting over to Nel and Ally.  Ally was dressed to the nines, in a pair of leather booty shorts, a nice burgundy halter top, and heeled boots. And Nel looked great in a pair of tight fitting pants and a loose tank top – her bra was visible under it. They both looked amazing.

They chattered on the way over to the club, the line blissfully short. The atmosphere in the club was a bit stifling. The overhead lighting was magenta, casting everyone in a lovely shade of rose. The music was loud, pulsing. A heartbeat running through the club.

Ally tugged Quentin and Nel over to the bar, insisting that she was buying them a round of drinks. She was grateful for the liquid courage, enjoying the fruity beverage that she’d gotten. It was always a dice roll when she asked other bartenders to ‘surprise her’. She often wound up with panty peeler drinks. This probably qualified too, it was cloyingly sweet, which probably meant it was almost entirely alcohol.

“Come on, let’s dance…” Ally grabbed Quentin’s hand and started pulling her to the extremely packed dance floor.

“Ally, I can’t dance, I’m bad at dancing!”

Quentin started to protest some more, but Nel took her other hand and tugged her along. She wasn’t much of a dancer; she’d always thought she was a bit too skinny and gangly to be good at dancing. She might have rhythm, but it just looked weird when she danced. That and there were so many people that she just felt awkward.

“Q honey, you’re looking a bit freaked out.” Nel’s words ghosted against her cheek.

“Just a lot of people.” She edged away from a guy that had made a grab at her. “A little overwhelming.”

Ally frowned. “We’ll keep you close, sweetie.”

Before she really realized what was going on, Quentin was comfortably sandwiched between the two taller women. Nel pressed to her back and Ally close to her chest. One of Nel’s hands was resting on Quentin’s hip, the other was reaching across to Ally’s leather-clad one. Between the two ladies, Quentin felt a bit more at ease, save for the butterflies floating around in her stomach. They moved as one, bodies pressing closer together.

“See? You dance just fine…” Ally’s voice was soft against her ear.