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OCTOBER 31ST 2001
AOIFE
The Pavilion was packedto the rafters on Halloween night, with people grinding and sweating all over each other in their hunt for a good time, and I was no exception to the rule.
Throwing shapes to Flip & Fill’sShake Ya Shimmyin my fancy new shoes – courtesy of daddy dearest – with my best friend by my side, I let loose and threw myself into the moment.
With our costumes coordinating, Casey was the slutty devil to my equally slutty angel. With her horns and my halo, we made quite the pair on the dancefloor, enjoying the attention we were receiving from the lads in our year almost as much as the music.
“Cop on, Aoife,” an angry voice growled in my ear, as a big body pressed up against me from behind, and a pair of big hands clamped down on my hips. “Everyone is looking at you.”
“So?”
“That’s the point,” Casey laughed.
“So, I don’t like it,” Paul snapped. “You’re with me, which means you’re mine to look at, not every fella in this place. Enough of the fucking peep show.”
“One; you don’t own me,” I slurred, grinding my body against his. “Two; I’m only dancing.”
“Yeah, like a slut.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious,” he shouted. “Do you want everyone to think that I’m going out with a slut?”
“Oh my god.” I shook my head angrily and swung around to glare up at him. “You didnotjust say that to me.”
“My whole fucking team is looking at ya,” he argued, cheeks reddening. “It’s embarrassing for me having my girlfriend shaking her ass like that.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Paul.”
“No, babe, wait—“
Shrugging out of his hold, I grabbed Casey’s hand and sexy danced towards her, ignoring the killjoy behind me.
“What’s his problem?” Casey shouted over the music, gesturing to where Paul was scowling behind me.
“Apparently, I’m embarrassing him.”
Narrowing her eyes, she sucked on her middle finger before using it to flip him off. “Asshole.”
DJ Alligator Project’sThe Whistle Songblasted all around us then, drawing every teenager within a ten-mile radius onto the dancefloor.
“Screw him,” Casey ordered, dragging me deeper into the crowd. “Let’s just have a girls night.”
“Excellent plan.”
Drunk off the good time – and the vodka flushing through our veins – we ground against each other, shaking our asses like we were contesting for the role of the next member of Destiny’s Child.
Spying one of the lads from our class, who was dressed as the funniest Marilyn Monroe I’d ever seen in my life, throwing shapes in the middle of the dancefloor, we quickly closed in on him.
“Angel-legs! Devil-tits!” Alec cheered, throwing his arms over our shoulders when we reached him.
Off his head on drink, drugs, and mischief, he bumped and grinded along to the unofficial blow-job song, not giving two shits how ridiculous he looked in his cheap, knock-off relic of her Seven Year Itch white dress and fake blonde wig, with his hairy legs on full display.
“I can’t cope with him,” Casey half-laughed, half-slurred, gesturing to the big eejit grinding his ass against us. “I can’t tell if I want to slap him or kiss him.”
“Both,” I choked out through fits of laugher, as Al ripped the top half of his dress off in dramatic fashion, and pinched his own nipples, eyes rolling in equally dramatic fashion.
