Lyddia deliberately let Carter lead her across the crowded dance floor. Everyone knew who they are, because they made way. These were the very rare moments that Lyddia just felt happy she was known. Lyddia glanced around her as she swayed to the beat whilst walking along with Carter through the crowds - the club had gone wild to some new unfamiliar beat. But they all mimicked the same dance moves, and Lyddia registered them while remembering the few she knew, the few she made, and oh club dancing was the best of them all - you can do anything and it wouldn’t mind what you’re doing because you were drunk and that’s what Lyddia was at the moment. Unconditionally drunk.
Lyddia looked up once she felt her hands go around Carter’s neck, surprised by the sudden closeness of their bodies and faces, but she remembered. A drunk Carter is a more touchy-feely Carter, and surprisingly, Lyddia didn’t mind. She was dancing with the rhythm, going wild, having fun. She never did have the fun she had here back home, she was always careful and responsible. But this was summer, it was all about making reckless decision and having fun to the extent. She laughed as she danced, knowing her loud laugh was slurred with giggles, which would be even more contagious to people around her. But she wondered if she had the same effect on Carter, because the guy seemed to be rather a mystery to Lyddia.
She leaned closer to Carter to hear what he was saying and laughed as she pulled away, rolling her eyes once before she held onto his neck tightly, pulling herself upward so she was close to his ear, “Considerably, but you’re the one everyone here is drooling over, love!” Lyddia flashed a broad grin as she looked back at Carter, not really pulling away because she didn’t mind. She didn’t actually notice the guy who tapped her shoulder asking to dance with her.
Pulling away from her ear, and positioning his head right in front of her again, he chuckled lightly at her comment. “That doesn’t really matter. All I know is that I’m drooling over you.” He bit his lip with a wide smirk warming his features. Suddenly, he noticed a stranger approaching them, having his eyes all set on the brunette Carter was accompanied by. No wonder. She was after all point-blank gorgeous, so surely she would attract some attention from the guys in the club. Once he realized that he actually walked up to her, and tapped her shoulder for a dance — and it wasn’t that kind of tap you do on the girl you’ve had a crush on for months at your High School prom, far from it. It was written all over his face that he wanted Carter to fuck off, only for him to try his best to get with Lyddia.
His smile faltered as he stopped dancing, but not letting go of Lyddia. He turned his head slightly to face him, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he did. “Yo, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Surely Lyddia wasn’t technically his girl, but if it was something that he absolutely detested, was when people tried to steal what was his, or temporarily his in this situation. Besides, just the slightest thing could light a fire up in him whilst being drunk. It was basically one of the ugly sides to the drunk Carter. “Fuck off. Go find yourself a girl who actually fits to your looks, that way it won’t look like such a fucking misconception.” He chuckled, only to convey his lack of respect towards the guy that had approached them. “You should probably go check out the organization for nuclear victims. That’ll fit you good, bro.” He flashed him a mocking grin, before turning his attention back to Lyddia, hoping that the stranger would go away just as he had told him to.
Lord. Okay, what do you wanna do?
Really? I’ve got to be honest, I hadn’t expected you to actually want to do something with me, ha. But, if you don’t want to end up in my bed, then I don’t advice you to ask me what I want to do. Well, I personally wouldn’t have a problem with that, but, you know.
Oh god.. what happened? Why aren’t you okay?
Because I’m bored. A bored Carter, is a sad Carter — something that you should change like, right now.
What can I say? I have super powers! Ha, kidding. How are you doing love?
Not okay. Not okay at all. Do you want to know why I’m not okay?
And once again you manage to save my day.
Hahaha, I don’t party.
Oh you’re too much.
And this is why your life is so incredibly dull.
Eh. You can never have too much of a good thing.
Lyddia was never the type to get…snockered, as they called it back home. She was usually the designated driver or the cab caller to be exact and the lightweight in her tight group of friends, so she usually had one Margarita a night - and the glass she usually had was half the size of the glasses here. She guessed people here just really liked to get drunk. And she couldn’t blame them. The rare times she got really drunk was the night of graduation, and Zayn carried her home. But she remembered Carter saying he preffered not to carry a really drunk Lyddia home, so she figured what she had for the night was enough.
But Lyddia was a rather impatient drunk, a complete opposite from here real self. Carter held up a finger just to knock down a few more drinks, and Lyddia rolled her eyes with a groan of complaint. She wanted to dance, and Mr. Hayes here was worried about whether he was drunk enough or not. Lyddia stopped her foot once, “Come on, Carter - you’re drunk enough!” She called over the music and laughed as he got up onto his shaking feet.
Lyddia flashed a broad grin at Carter as he let them towards the dance floor. But Lyddia was already dancing cutely on the way, not paying attention to whatever Carter was saying or doing. She only waited for him to start dancing so she could match their moves.
“You’re drunk enough!” He chuckled lightly at her statement, knowing that she was right. “I’m not!”, he shouted back at her. The alcohol he had consumed before the absinthe shots, would’ve probably been enough to get him downright smashed, but the fact that it took some time for the alcohol to actually kick in, deceived him. Thus, he always felt the need to drink until he actually felt like he was high on some kind of eccentric, yet wonderful drug. It was rather funny how eager she was to dance, but he didn’t mind. He was just as eager to dance with her as she was to get her drunken state out on the dance floor and let loose.
Walking across the place to reach the dance floor, he realized how much he actually had consumed. The slightly intoxicated Carter was now long gone, turning into a sozzled Carter that Lyddia had ever seen. Overhead, the strobe lights worked the crowd dancing to some kind of dubstep tune. The entire place was immensely crowded, even a little bit too crowd for a drunk Carter’s taste. He wanted to at least have some space around him, and not have sweaty and drunk strangers grinding all up on the both of them. As long as it was girls, then obviously he didn’t mind. But guys? No. That wasn’t exactly within Carter’s sense when it came to who he wanted all over him at clubs.
Still having his fingers intertwined with hers, he lifted her arm up as they finally reached the middle of the dance floor, swaying slightly to the beat. He loved the fact that he didn’t need to talk or tell witty jokes to be considered as charming or appealing. Everything that needed to be said, could be either done with a simple look, or like the two of them were doing now; dancing. He grabbed her other hand, and deliberately put both of her hands around his neck, and got significantly closer to her. He’d warned her about the fact that he got even more touchy-feely while being drunk, if that was even possible. Obviously people in the club knew very well who both of them were, considering they attracted themselves a lot of attention — but that was neither here nor there. As they danced in a fluid rhythm to the music, he leaned closer into her ear, so close that he didn’t have to shout on the top of his lungs in order to actually be heard. “We’re the hottest couple in the club, don’t you think?”