"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7am."
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Set in 1987, Maggie Holmes is hired as a temp placement at Dawn FM for the summer. She gets to know the radio personalities, some more than others. One of the hosts, H...
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I was on my third drink of the evening. Cherry and I were dancing in the club, and we had been for about an hour now. Her friends were right next to us, and I felt that it was incredibly nice to finally have an actual girls night out with people I hadn't known forever. Of course, I loved going out with Donna, and Jackie, and Debbie. I had known them forever, so it was always enjoyable to hang out with them. However, there was something about Lisa, Kim, Mary, and Cherry being far more careless since they didn't have people to go home to at the end of the night that was refreshing for me. After all, I also did not have anyone to go home to at the end of the night, so it was more exhilarating than I was used to recently. And of course, I didn't dislike hanging out with my friends. I just felt like spending time with Cherry and her friends was a lot more interesting.
Cherry and I were laughing as we danced, the two of us enjoying our time together. We were dancing to a Whitney Houston song, though a few moments later Cherry was raising her eyebrows. I was somewhat confused, about to ask what was wrong when I felt a hand on my waist. The feeling caught me off guard, but I found myself glancing over my shoulder. It took a few moments to process, the man behind me appearing to be around my age. He had dark hair and dark eyes, his white T-shirt and denim jeans appearing to be a basic outfit, but it looked good on him nonetheless. I glanced at Cherry, her eyebrows still raised slightly. However, I watched as she smiled at me, blew a kiss, and then began to mingle with her friends so that I could be left alone with the man behind me.
"Didn't know girls like you existed," he said to me.
"What do you mean?" I laughed, sipping my drink as I looked up at him.
"You know, the whole all black vibe. It's nice to see since everyone is so into the bright colors lately."
"Don't get me wrong, I love myself a pale pink sweater, but neon is not my thing," I laughed.
"See. I didn't think girls like you existed."
I glanced over at Cherry, the pretty-blonde holding a thumbs up as I sent a small nod. Her and her friends cheered for me, the man in front of me noticing that I was nearly finished with my drink. He took my hand without any hesitation, the two of us making our way toward the bar quickly. He sat down at the counter then, pulling me to stand in front of him. I set my glass on the bar top, the bartender asking if I wanted another. Nodding, he went to work, making it quickly as the guy behind me said to put my drinks on his tab.
"Yes, sir. You've got it, Vinny."
"Oh, so you're Italian," I stated, looking back at him.
"It depends on who's asking," he chuckled, thanking the bartender once I got my drink. "How about once you finish that up, we get to know each other a little better?"
"Okay," I agreed.
He seemed pleased, his arm wrapping around my upper body as I drank. The music was loud, and I felt him press his lips along my shoulder every now and again as the music pounded throughout the club. While I had been on my knees not long ago for another man, I was hoping that this time would end a little differently. After all, it had been over a month since I had gotten off, and I was really hoping this evening would change that. Or, well, it had been a month since someone else had gotten me off, but who counted self-gratification anyway?
