Before he could decline, she had him by the wrist and was dragging him towards the space someone had cleared of furniture. Patrick could see the lines the couch legs had left in the dust when he wasn’t staring at this girl’s ass. She was wearing leggings and a long shirt, and she had great legs.
“I’m Elisha,” she said as she turned around and started to dance.
Patrick had been clubbing a few times and knew the drill. He downed a third of his beer, told himself to relax, and moved his hips to the music. He just had to act like he was into it and let this girl hold onto him for balance.
The song changed and everyone whooped and started jumping up and down. Patrick, not wanting to spill his beer, tried to bow out, but someone else caught his arm. Heidi.
“Where the hell have you been latel
