She said "Yes!"

"It's a party, let's get it on tonight..." The crowd oohs and ahhhs as the sounds of Busta and Zhane spill out of the crackily speakers in a dimly lit room. I retrieve my pager from my pocket while swaying in a sea of drunken teenagers slugging keg beer and grinding against one another. 11:41.

"Fuck," I mutter to myself. No shot of making it home for curfew. My eyes shift focus to the gorgeous brunette in the center of the room which serves as a make-shift dance floor. She grinds against a faceless body