The Art of Hockey(#2)

SOPHIA'S P. O. V.
Dakota and I walked into the club, through the people passing the bar as we made our way to the V. I. P. section where the team was at. As I looked over at a group of girls at the bar I noticed they were trying to caox their friend into taking a shot. Curiously I watched as she slowly lifted the small glass in her hand and through it back into her mouth. I snorted as she coughed dropping the tiny glass onto the table.
When we approached the V. I. P. section I saw Sid come up to the bouncer saying something that I couldn't make out in all the noise. But Dakota just dragged me into the group before she went off on her own leaving me in the midst of the crowd. I watched as her tall skinny frame dissapeared in the crowd. Sighing I pushed pass the people to a small couch the was mostly vacant besides another drunk guy who I didn't recognize.
I figured that this was the closest I could get to personal space in here. I sat down and looked for a floating waitress/bartender. As soon as I found one, I tapped on her lower back and asked, "Could ya get me a whickey sour and two shots o' vodka please." I smiled as she nodded her head and headed towards the bar.
"Wow," I heard a voice say next to me. Startled I looked to see that the drunk guy was actually James Neal. "You look... Wow.. I mean is that.. uh.. ahem.. You look good." He finished in a gruff tone taking in another shot.
I blushed at his attempt of a compliment and almost missed the drinks being set in front of me. I turned my attention from him for a moment grabbing a shot and downing it in one slick motion.
JAMES' P.O.V
I wondered if she knew that a small drop of vodka had slid from her lips and cascading slowly down her throat. A throat which lead to lower areas that had been tragically covered, but not so much to where you couldn't see he- "So James how has this game gone with you?" My eyes snapped back to her lovely heart shaped face framed by her ginger curls.
"Wh-what?" I asked tearing my eyes off her full red lips.
"The game," she repeated, "How do ye feel 'bout it?" she asked her eyes traveling down my own face as well.
"It's not the first win we've had, but it feels great all the same." I said my eyes watching her every moment. Sophia grabbed her whiskey sour and took a long gulp her red lips wrapping around the edge of the cup. Her throat moving as she downed a part of the drink. All while her eyes stayed on mine.
I coughed, and my hands clenching as if I was holding a hockey stick. I leaned in close enough to where my view could escape the realms of her cleavage. Yet my gaze didn't linger, it returned to her deep blue eyes. I was close enough to where I could see that her irises had a tint of green and far enough to where I couldn't smell the perfume on her neck. I leaned in that bit closer and took in her scent- vanilla. I leaned in some more brushing past her lips, she sighed and the breath hit my mouth.
"We should dance ya?" Sophia's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Ya, ya let's go." I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor.
SOPHIA'S P.O.V
His large rough hands engulfed my small soft ones slightly tainted from years of painting. We pushed through sweaty dancing couples 'til he finally found an opening on the dance floor. His hand traveled up my arm as he pulled me flush against his body. His waist flat against mind, his hands were so big they practically took all my waist as he grabbed me and moved me against him.
It took me a moment to get into the music but I got it, the beat coursed through me and I moved my hips the best way I knew how. I think he started to get a little bit tired because he started to pant, his mouth near my ear. I tried to detach myself from him to ask him if he was alright but he pulled me even closer. So close that I could feel something at my thigh, I looked over my shoulder and tried to catch his gaze but his eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying the music.
I looked a little lower and saw what had been poking me in the thigh. Shocked I looked up back at him then back down at... him again. I pulled away from his tight hold and tripped over my four inch heels.
The world went round as I seemed to fall slow motion onto my ass, James' eyes widening in shock, mine in pain. Blinking back tears of embarrassment I hauled myself up and turned before James could grab me back to him again. I pushed through the crowd in a panic to find Dakota, I looked around my eyes blindly searching for her familiar face. Then I saw Geno and her standing not steps away from me leaning into each other. Out of relief I stepped up and called for her and not seconds later was a hauling her to the car. We had much to discuss.

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