part four.
They moved on to the dance floor and Darren turned out to be quite the dancer. She wasn�t bad herself, those jitterbug lessons she took as a kid still paid off. She enjoyed dancing with someone who knew a few moves and wasn�t afraid to show them off.
He left the dance floor for a few minutes, and she continued to dance on her own. She was surrounded by others from the pub crawl group, and she hardly noticed he was gone.
He returned, heading in her direction. She held out her hand and he took it, spinning her around until she felt almost dizzy.
She left the dance floor and went looking for her friend. She found her on the top floor, talking to the two American actors/waiters.
-Did you see me burning up the dance floor?
-You were on the dance floor?
The blonde sighed.
-I dance like that, breaking out moves I haven�t done since I was twelve and no one even notices. Typical. She looked at her friend.
-So are you ready to leave?
They said goodbye to the Americans and walked down the stairs. On the way down the blonde met a guy walking up to the top floor. He looked at the blonde from head to toe, the way a camera would pan across a woman in a film. His only words were; WOW!
-Thank you, she smiled at him and continued to walk down the stairs.
At the foot of the stairs she looked around for Darren, but he was nowhere to be seen. She shrugged and the two friends left the club and headed out into the chilly Dublin night air, towards Temple Bar and their hostel.
Before she fell asleep that night she took a final look at the note. Darren had written on the back of one of his own pub crawl flyers. She smiled at her flyer, then she folded the note and put it back into the back pocket of her jeans.
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