Do not ask me what posessed me to start ANOTHER Elena fic. One would think that I would learn to stop. But for some reason this little gem popped into my head and demanded to be written. When the muses knock, I must listen. And I needed to write a more lighthearted fic anyway...(yes, I promise that this one will not be depressing like the last one.) Hope you enjoy! I'll try to get another chapter up soon!

"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this," Elena said as she stared at the bright flashing lights on the dance floor. Her grinning co-worker laughed as he started bobbing his psychotic red head in time with the throbbing hip hop music.

"Come on! Loosen up, Elena!" Reno said as he grabbed her arm and dragged her through the crowd towards the bar.

"This is like some disco nightmare! How could you bring me here!" she shouted over the loud music, still in too much shock to coherently think of an escape plan.

"I need two shots! Petron, please!" Reno shouted happily at the bartender. Elena's eyes widened.

"No, no…you can't do that…you remember the last time I drank Petron," she said starting to back up from the bar, but not getting far in the mass of moving bodies. Reno held out the tiny glass to her and waggled his eyebrows.

"Come on, you know you want to," he teased. Elena shook her head. "Come on, it's the only way I'm going to get you on the dance floor." Elena stared at the tiny glass in his hand, debating whether or not she should take it. It was tempting. After all the work Tseng had piled on them that week, oh gods, how it was tempting. Finally, she gave in and took the glass, draining its contents quickly.

"Another," she gasped. Reno grinned and signaled to the bartender.

"That's my girl," he said.

"Seriously, if you're going to get me on that blasted technicolored dance floor, you're going to have to get me good and drunk," she said as Reno handed her another.

"You want to start a tab," the bartender yelled. Reno tossed a card across the counter.

"Yea, we're going to need it!" he shouted back. "Go ahead and get me another round. The lady is thirsty." The bartender grinned and filled two more shot glasses.

"Thank god, Tseng doesn't go to dance clubs," Elena said as she sat her empty shot glass on the bar and reached for her third one. Reno rolled his eyes and downed his shot. Suddenly, the song changed and Reno perked up.

"Let's go," he said, dragging Elena away from the bar.

"Aw, but I wanted another one!" she shouted, obviously starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Elena could hold her liquor as well as any Turk, better than Reno, actually. But she had one weakness. Petron. It snockered her up faster than anything. Reno pulled the tipsy blonde out on to the crowded dance floor and began moving in time with the music. Elena stared at him a moment, a bit shocked. She didn't realize that Reno could dance. Or that he was actually fairly good.

"You know, you're suppose to move. Preferably in time with the music," Reno shouted as he leaned towards Elena. The blonde rolled her eyes, still coherent enough to find the absurdity in the fact that she was now standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor in some poshed out dance club that Reno had unfairly dragged her to. Of course, he had wooed her here with free drinks. Elena watched as her mischievous co-worker began dancing circles around her. The thought flinted through her head that he had dragged her here for the sole purpose of getting her ridiculously drunk in order to watch her make an idiot out of herself on the dance floor.

"What the hell," she finally murmured. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She loosened up her regulation black tie and began bouncing time with the music.

"That's not real dancing! That's just moving your shoulders!" Reno shouted.

"Uh-uh. You have to pay up if you want to see more than this!" Elena shouted back with a grin. Yes, the Petron was definitely starting to kick in. Reno shook his head and dragged Elena off the dance floor.

"Give me a four horsemen and a petron," he shouted at the bartender. Elena knitted her brow.

"Reno, that's a bit much. You know you can't handle a four horsemen," she shouted. Reno turned to her with a grin.

"It's not for me," he said as the bartender deftly made up the shots and passed them to Reno.

"Oh, no. No, Reno, no," she said as he held it out.

"Elena, please, for me," he begged as he downed his shot.

"Fine, but I do not want to wake up in some alley, half naked in the morning," she said. Reno watched her down the shot.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't wake up in the alley. The half naked part, however…," he joked. Elena glared at him as she set the shot glass down.

"Nope, Reno. Not happening. Let's get back to dance floor. I think I found my confidence," she said, starting to pull him out by his shirt collar. They made their way back to the dance floor. This time, Elena turned to face Reno with a slight smirk on her face. She began to slowly swing her hips in time with the throbbing beat of a Latin-inspired song that was now blaring throughout the club, loosening the top three buttons to her shirt. Reno's eyes widened at the unexpected change in Elena. He only thought he would get her drunk enough to make an idiot of herself. He never thought she could actually dance, much less actually be somewhat sexy. He shook his head. He did not just think that Elena was sexy.

"You look surprised," Elena shouted over the music. Reno shrugged.

"I didn't think you would try to seduce me," he shouted back. Elena laughed and then looked at Reno a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing herself up against him.

"Sweetie, if I wanted to seduce you, there's no way you could fight it," she whispered into his ear. Reno gulped, willing his body to not react to Elena's sudden closeness.

"Um, Elena?" he said, cursing his body for starting to move in sync with Elena's.

"Told you not to give me Petron," she said sweetly. Reno looked down at Elena, who now stared up at him with intoxicating brown eyes.

"Screw it," he thought as he wrapped his arms around Elena's waist. Might as well enjoy the moment. He pulled her closer and smiled down at her.

"Now that's more like it," she said with an evil glint in her eye.

"Rude, would you mind to explain to me again just why we are here," Tseng said as he looked around the overcrowded club.

"Reno," the tall, silent Turk said. Rude, a man of few words. Tseng rolled his eyes.

"Figures," he said, scanning the crowd near the bar. "I don't seem him."

"Try looking on the dance floor," Rude said. Tseng turned his attention to the churning mess of humanity on the lighted dance floor. Sure enough, in the middle of it was a shock of bright red hair moving sensuously in time with some blonde bimbo. Tseng started to roll his eyes again, when he realized that he recognized the bimbo, who wasn't really a bimbo.

"He brought Elena," Rude stated obviously. Tseng felt an unfamiliar feeling well up in him as he watched Reno slowly dip Elena and then pull her back to him, his hands moving dangerously south. Elena laughed and ran her hands through Reno's hair as she grinded against him. Her tie and jacket were long gone, as was Reno's, and her shirt was untucked and grasping tightly to her sweating body. Tseng swore he could see the outline of her bra.

"God, Reno must have gotten her really drunk," Rude said as he watched his co-workers. Tseng continued to watch the two, his blood beginning to boil.

"Reno. I'm going to kill you."