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couch, and I don’t even like cats that much. I wanna live!” She threw her arms out wide then let out a yelp as her elbow connected hard with the back of the chair next to her.
    She turned to apologize and found a dark-haired guy in trendy glasses giving her the stink-eye. He pointedly looked down at his beer, which had spilled all over the bar. She gave him a pinky wave and a my bad smile.
    She motioned to the bartender. “Back up my friend here as well.” Her victim seemed mollified and went back to ignoring her.
    A moment later hers and Tomas’s tequila shots came, and she scooped hers up with a flourish. “Bottoms up.” The second one went down a little easier, and she gave herself a mental pat on the back. At this rate, she’d be a pro by the end of the night. Hopefully, before some girl came and threw herself at Tomas and he went home with her for the night. A sharp pain jabbed through her groovy haze, and she held up her hand again. Tomas took it in his and forced her to face him.
    “How many drinks did you have before this one?”
    “Two.”
    “You’re going to be on your ass soon if you keep it up. You don’t have the constitution for this. How about we go home, I’ll make us some food, then we can make a list of ways to pep your life up that don’t involve you getting alcohol poisoning? Sound good? I’m going to ask for your tab.”
    He leaned on the bar and tried to get the attention of the server without waiting for Micah’s response.
    Who the hell did he think he was?
    “Wanna dance?”
    Micah looked up to see a handsome blond guy smiling at her.
    “Me?”
    He grinned and nodded. “Yes, you.”
    His teeth were so white. “Your teeth are so white!” She made sure to emphasize her point by sticking her index finger into his mouth to rub them. “Slippery too. Like slippery Chiclets.”
    Blondie didn’t pull away but he was getting blurry, so she closed one eye to get him back into focus again. He was still smiling, albeit a bit bemusedly.
    “So you want to dance with me, huh? I’m not whatcha call a big dancer, but lucky for you I’ve decided to be wild now.” She wriggled her bottom and bounced off the chair, clutching the back to steady herself. “Boy, these are high. A person could maim themselves trying to get down.”
    She turned to Tomas then grabbed his arm and yanked him around to face her. She poked him in the chest to add emphasis but forgot what she was going to say in the face of his scorching hotness. “Firm. Why do you have to be like that,” she mumbled miserably. “It’d be better if you were doughy.”
    He looked like he was trying not to smile, but before she could consider why, she remembered what she wanted to tell him. “Let the bartender know I shall require a shorter chair when I get back.” She poked his chest once more for good measure and led Blondie to the dance floor.
    “Are you okay?” her suitor asked. “You’re walking funny.”
    “Oh, I have blisters. These shoes aren’t made for walking. But that’s just what they’ll do. One of these days…” She trailed off as she realized the rest of the song would be insulting. To make up for it, she complimented him, shouting over the thumping bass, “Your teeth are very white!”
    He either didn’t hear her or ignored her. She shrugged. Whatever. By the time they found an empty spot, she was really feeling good and started snapping her fingers in time to the music. He busted out with the typical guy step—side to side, with a couple of pelvic thrusts tossed in—which was fine by her. She didn’t need to be shown up.
    At first she followed suit, keeping it the standard, boring old Micah dance. She turned to see Tomas on the edge of the floor watching with eagle eyes, arms akimbo. She tipped her chin up and looked away. Screw it. If she was going to let loose and have fun, she might as well pull out all the stops. She closed her eyes and let herself go, shimmying and shaking her shoulders and