Chapter One: Party In The Club

It was nice to not be working for once. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job; it's just that a girl needs a break every now and then. Being a bartender doesn't mean I just stand there and pour your drinks after all. I mix, pour, and serve numerous amounts of alcohol. As well as keep an eye out for under-agers, call cabs for the overly inebriated, make sure there's no extra 'special' ingredients added to anyone's drink unless it's by me, listen to the woes and worries of every person that needs to vent, and somehow make sure that I don't get felt up in the process of it all. The best part about not working, I'd have to say, is being able to enjoy myself at other clubs; speaking of which, I think I might just go do so right now.

"Hey, need a dance partner?" I hear and glance over my shoulder as I continue to dance, smiling slightly at the grinning goth girl behind me.

"I guess it couldn't hurt." I say as I watch as her dark stained lips part in an even wider smile which has mine growing as well. She grips my hips, turning me around to fully face her, and then we're dancing. And I swear, this girl has more energy than anyone I've ever met!

As we dance and rock out on the floor we talk, practically screaming to be heard over the speakers. She tells me that her name is Abby (I go by Andi!), that she loves this song (Anything by Android Lust is amazing!), that my dress is sexy (Only because I make it look sexy!), that her boss is a total 'Silver Haired Fox' (Really?), and that it's time for a break because we need to hydrate (Finally!).

While we wait for our drinks (both Red Bulls with vodka) we talk some more. She asks me if Andi is just a nickname and I tell her that it is but she's definitly not getting my actual name unless I'm totally drunk. She raises her eyebrow before grinning and yelling for seconds on both of our drinks. I roll my eyes at her with a smile.

We finish our drinks (including the second ones that Abby ordered for each of us) and are heading back to the dance floor when a guy on my left grabs my wrist as I pass by and pulls me flush against his body, his hands roaming before I can shove him off. As I push him away, Abby steps closer, but before she can say anything my hand swings up and smacks him across the face. Then I'm signing furiously for over a minute until he turns to Abby with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh my God, is she deaf?" he asks, looking stunned at the fact he felt-up a deaf girl. I turn to Abby with a look in my eyes that literally screams 'please go along with this.'

"Duh! Why do you think she's signing?" Abby says with a heated glare to hide the sparkle of laughter in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry! So unbelievably sorry! How do I say sorry in sign language?"

"Like this," Abby replies, showing him to sign something that definately doesn't mean sorry and makes it very difficult for me to keep a straight face, but somehow I manage. I roll my eyes as if annoyed and walk away, grabbing Abby's hand, to head to the restroom.

When we arrive and the doors are closed we burst out laughing simultaniously. As I dig my eyeliner and lipstick out of my purse she asks where I learned to sign.

"In middle school I had a crush on a boy who's younger sister was in my class. She was deaf so I learned sign language just so we could be friends and that he would hopefully notice me." I tell her in a slightly embarrassed tone.

"Did it work?"

"Well, he noticed me. But ended up dating my cousin when she visited during the summer."

"Bummer."

"Yep. So how'd you learn ASL?"

"Both of my parents were deaf."

"Oh," was all I could think of to say. She just shrugs.

"Well, at least we know we can save our voices now," she says with a smile as we head out of the bathroom.