When we arrived to the club it was full. We ordered two cocktails. Rachel drank hers in a second; instead to me it was hard to finish mine. I didn’t really have a high tolerance for alcohol.
“Jules, I want to see you tipsy tonight!”
“Are you crazy?”
“Why? I said tipsy, not drunk. And you have to lose your inhibitions. I want to see you go wild on the dancefloor and rub yourself on the first good-looking boy you see.
“Uh... no thanks!”
“Juleeeees! Don’t ruin our night.”
“Alright,” I said, and finished my cocktail.
We went on the dancefloor and started to dance. We were dirty dancing rubbing up against each other and very quickly four guys swiftly spread out behind us. Rachel started to laugh and tried to make them move away, but they had no intention to go away. So Rachel walked away
