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profile is to the audience.  She looks so damn sexy.  She’s at the part where Pink speaks seductively during the song.  When Andi starts this part, she flips her hair back in an overly exaggerated way. 
    Then she runs her hands up her stomach to just under her breasts and pushes them up towards her chin as she looks over her shoulder at me.  Damn – that little move just put me at half-mast!  She nimbly jumps back to her feet and finishes the song.  The DJ is blatantly impressed with her talent, as is the rest of the club because the cat-calls and whistles abound. 
    The DJ calls out to the audience, “What do you guys say – do we want Andi to do one more song for us?”  The drunk and disorderly crowd goes wild and the DJ looks at Andi, “You heard ‘em, girl, now sing it for us,” and he starts the music to Buttons , by the Pussycat Dolls. 
    Perfect, for the next several minutes, I have to sit here and watch her moving her body in every suggestive and tempting way imaginable as other guys’ hands try to touch her.  She is definitely putting on a good show. 
    A bouncer has to grab one guy who tries to climb onstage with her after she sings one especially enticing part of the song that basically says she can’t get the guy to help her take her clothes off.  Andi’s running her hands up and down her torso in the most seductive show performed outside a strip club.  Every fucker in here is revved up – all for her.
    Andi finally leaves the stage and I see several motherfuckers lined up waiting to get her attention as she maneuvers around people on the dance floor.  She doesn’t stop for any of them but she gives them her warm smile as she keeps walking, including the guy she was dancing with earlier.  I’ve pushed nameless-girl out of my lap and not so nicely got rid of her.  She’s already found someone else’s lap to sit in.  Fine with me - maybe I can find a way to convince Andi that I’m not a complete dickhead.
    Over the next hour, I watch Andi order one shot after another, dance with the girls and a few guys who try to cut in on them.  She keeps on until she’s barely able to stand on her own.  Even drunk, she ignores me when I try to talk to her.  I think she’s trying to get to the point where she’d let some random guy take her home.  Even completely shit-faced drunk, I still don’t think she has it in her to go through with it.  And that gives me much more satisfaction than it should.

 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE
    ANDI
    The little pinpricks of sunlight streaming through my closed blinds are causing me serious pain.  If I could remove my head and put it in a vice, I think I would feel much better, because I swear the damn thing is about to split in two.  I think I must have passed out before I had to experience the spinning rooms or the puking that always follows the spinning. 
    I’m not really sure though because I can’t remember getting home.
    Or getting undressed and into my bed.
    Or who the hair sticking out of the covers belongs to.
    Oh shit, what have I done?
    I need to get to my bathroom, take some ibuprofen and drink some water.  I should’ve done it before going to bed last night, but with how I feel this morning, I’m pretty positive I didn’t. I don’t even know who is in my bed with me but I can feel that I’m not wearing any clothes.  This is so not good.  I look around on the bed and on the floor beside me until I find a shirt. 
    A man’s shirt.  A nameless, faceless man that I don’t remember bringing home, or getting naked with, or getting in the bed with.  And he’s still here.  This won’t be awkward at all.
    I snatch it up and quickly pull it over my head before I ease out of bed.  I’m doing my version of the walk of shame to my own damn bathroom.  I am pathetic.  I close the bathroom door and lock it behind me before digging the Advil out of the cabinet.  I take a long, hot shower, letting the water spray all over me and wash away