The club wasn't over crowded when we got there, thank heavens. I was actually really excited to meet the man that had my best friend acting like she was 15 again. Tina was never really big on dating. She was a one night stand kind of girl. I'm actually surprised we're friends considering we're nearly the exact opposite of each other, but I guess that's a good thing. We balance each other out.

"I see them!" I didn't have time to turn my head and look before she was dragging me by my wrist. I just followed her to wherever she was going. It's not like I could protest anyway. She drove here. I'd either have to call a cab or walk home, and I didn't feel like doing either right now.

"Baby!" She squealed and jumped on a man who wasn't much taller than her, but I can't say much because she's about four inches taller than me. I was cursed with being only 4'10. I blame my mother because my dad is actually 6'2. My mom is the short one, so obviously I inherited her genes.

"Analeigh, this is Johnny. Johnny, that's Analeigh." I stuck my hand out for Johnny to shake, but he pulled me into a hug instead.

"Sorry. We don't shake hands around here. It's nice to meet you." He smiled at me.

"Nice to finally meet you, as well." I replied.

"Okay, so time to go around the table. The porcupine is Brian, the skinny one is Jimmy, Zacky's the one in the shades, and the humungo monster is Matt." I glanced around the table, matching faces to names so that I would remember. When my eyes landed on Matt, I just about died. Talk about perfection. I quickly averted my gaze, but I could tell by his smirk that he noticed my staring. Great.

"Nice to meet you guys." Tina pushed me into the booth next to Brian and left with Johnny to get drinks for everyone.

"How long have you known Tina?" Brian asked, trying to start a conversation.

"We grew up together. Our parents were friends in high school, and they never lost contact, so pretty much since we were babies." I answered, pulling my long hair over my shoulder. I was nervous, but that's to be expected when you're around a bunch of guys you don't know, whether they seem nice or not.

"How do you put up with her?" Zacky asked, though I could tell by the smile on his face that he meant it as a joke. It's not like I'd get offended either way. Tina was a piece of work.

"Years of practice." And I was completely serious. There was a different way to handle Tina for every situation. It really depended on what her problem was.

"Think you can teach us a few tricks?" I smiled and nodded. Once her and Johnny got married, I knew the guys would be seeing a lot more of her. They were going to need help, especially when she gets an insane amount of alcohol in her system.

"So, what do you do?" Matt asked. I swallowed loudly, but I hoped none of them heard me. How could he make me nervous from asking a simple question?

"I own a hair and nail salon." I said, smiling to myself. That's an accomplishment for a 22 year old to own a successful business.

"Really? You can't be more than 21." Brian chimed in, and I was thankful. I wasn't sure how much longer I could look Matt in the face without melting.

"I'm 22, actually. I graduated from high school early. Hated the environment. I was lucky to be extremely smart. Went to college, got my degree in business, got my cosmetology lisence, and opened my own salon. It's great, actually. I never really wanted to work for anyone." I shrugged. Tina and Johnny returned that moment with a tray full of beer and shots. I knew Tina had every intention of getting me fucked up tonight, but it made me wonder who was going to take care of me because I knew it wouldn't be her. She was going to be just as drunk. Well, this night should be interesting.

"To Johnny and Tina!" Brian shouted, holding up his shot. I giggled, and we all clinked glasses before I downed mine. I hated the way it burned, but I'd be used to it soon enough. Shot's kept coming, and I had lost count after my tenth one. I was finally started to feel the alcohol, and I knew things were about to get bad. They always did whenever I was drunk.

"Tina, I wanna dance!" I shouted over the music, which had gotten exceptionally loud. There were more people here now, and the dance floor was filled up. They were playing Give Me Everything by Pitbull and Ne-Yo. It was one of my favorite songs to dance to, and I needed to get on the floor, immediately.

"Alright, come on!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me on the dance floor. We started moving, and then I didn't know who was who or what song was what. Johnny eventually joined us and started dancing with Tina, leaving me the odd ball out, but I didn't mind. I was off in my own little world, gyrating my body with my eyes closed. I felt someone's hands on my hips, and my eyes shot open. I looked up, finding a random man there. He looked creepy, so I tried pulling away, but his fingers dug themselves into my skin.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart." He grinned at me, and I wanted to throw up. He was beyond hammered, and I really wanted to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. I looked to Tina for help, but she was paying absolutely no attention to me.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." I heard a low voice say. My head shot to the side, and I saw Matt standing there glaring at the guy behind me. Oh, thank heavens, someone came to my rescue. The guy backed away from me, muttering some words. He was obviously pissed off. Matt took his place behind me, and I started to dance again.

"Thank you!" I shouted up to him. He smiled down at me.

"No problem. You looked uncomfortable. I figured I'd help you out." I nodded and continued dancing. Thankfully the death traps Tina called heels made me somewhat taller. I think our dancing would be awkward otherwise. Tina passed me more drinks, and before the night was over, I was incoherent.