Part 8
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Nesya grabs a stray cup and fills it with beer from the tap. She hands it to you with a grin.. “ Time to Party! “ Nesya shouts excitedly.
She pulls Kirania into the living room-turned-dance floor. But a second later, she stops. Nesya immediately disappears into the crowd, leaving Kirania to fend for herself. Kirania search desperately for a familiar face, but can’t see anyone.
Kirania navigates her way through the gyrating bodies, calling out for Nesya.
“ Nesya! Nesya, where are you? “ Kirania see her flirting with a hot stranger. Kirania sidles up to them, interrupting their conversation.
“ Hey. Um, I just didn’t know where to go. And I don’t know anyone else here “
“ Gimme a few minutes, Boots. I’ll come to find you “ she turns back to the guy, jumping back into their intense flirt session
Maybe I should just go.
Mirza said, “ come on, boys. Let’s get this party started “
“I recognize that voice.
Kirania turn. Mirza’s at the entrance with Kevin and Dito, surrounded by a group of models. Mirza’s eyes meet hers for a nanosecond. He quickly looks away. He pulls one of the models onto the dance floor. A second later, they both start grinding against each other.
Ugh, gross. If that’s supposed to make you jealous, it is not working.
“ Kirania! It’s dance-off time! Come show us what you got! “ reply Nesya.
Nesya is waving Kirania over to the dance floor. There’s now a large crowd gathered around the center. Even Mirza stops dancing. He’s still ignoring Kirania, but he shoots Nesya an aggrieved glance.
If I go up there, he’ll have no choice but to pay attention to me. And maybe I’ll even win our wager. After all, what better way of proving I don’t need him?
Kirania nervously squeezes her way through the crowd, having to the dance floor.
Oh, God. Everyone’s staring at me.
Nesya whispers something to the DJ. A second later, the speakers start blasting a dance song. “ Come on, Boots! Let’s go “
Kirania takes a shaky breath, quickly letting her muscles relax. She looks up, noticing Mirza watching intently.
Okay, okay. You can do this, Kirania Zemira.
Kirania start moving her muscles to the music, slowly at first. As the tempo picks up pace, so do Kirania. The crowd whispers in shock. “ Damn, Boots! You can dance “
Kirania doesn’t reply, letting herself feel the groove and tempo of the music. She drops to the ground, does a quick twist, and jump back up in a flip.
“ Whoa! “ says the random hot guy
The crowd gasps in astonishment. Kirania does a quick twirl, ending her mini-routine. As Kirania does, she notices Mirza staring, slack-jawed.
Ha! Mirza’s reaction makes this worth it.
“ Holy s**t! Boots, where did you learn to dance like that? “
“ My grandma made me choose between cooking lessons or dance lessons. I chose dance “
Nesya whistles. A second later, Nesya abruptly leaves the crowd and heads toward the exit.
Huh. I wonder why he’s leaving. Kirania leaves the dance floor, in search of refreshments.
“ Looking for Mirza? “ ask Dito
Kirania turns to see Dito standing in front of her, dressed in a ridiculous ruffled blue shirt. “ No, I was looking for drinks. Also, what are you, a 17th-century pirate? “
“ Sure. Will you be my pirate wench? “
“ If you can get me a drink, I’ll be whoever you want me to be “ reply Kirania
“ I know just the place. Those in the modern world like to call it a ‘kitchen’ “
Kirania follow Dito into the small kitchen. There’s no one else here. “ So, why are you talking to me without your posse? “
“ Kevin is flirting with the entire cheerleading team, and I felt like a third wheel “
“ I wasn’t talking about Kevin “
“ Oh, I know you weren’t. but Mirza is an off-limits, farm girl. “
Dito mixes Kirania drink while she people-watch. A moment later, he offers it to her.
“ Cheers. To 17th century outfits and 21st-century kitchens! “
Kirania hesitate. “ Thanks, Dito “ she sips her drink.
“ This is delicious “
“ Added a little secret sauce, just for you “
“ Good to know “ to dispel the nerves, she chugs the drink.
“ Rule number six. Never accept drinks from strangers “
“ Uh… do you qualify as a stranger? “
“ No. We’re friends “
“ Wow. That must have been hard for you to say out loud “
Kirania starts to respond, but her throat suddenly feels parched.
Why is my throat so scratchy? I just had something to drink.
“ I think I need some water “
“ Do you want some of mine? “ he smirks, offering Kirania his drink.
“ That’s not water “
“ You don’t need any more aqua. Come on, Kirania. Live a little “
I think he did something to my previous drink. Kirania grabs his drink with shaky fingers and chug the rest of it.
“ I c-can’t see “ Kirania eyesight blurs. Sight and sound blend together.
“ This is for your own good, Kirania “ the last thing Kirania hears before she blackout is Kevin’s voice.
“ Hey man. Let me take her instead “ a second later, everything goes dark.
- Writer
