I had nothing better to do so I went out. So, I went out with my brother, he was invited by the Dj to one of the club/lounges she plays at. It was Hip Hop night. As we we entered I noticed the whole place packed with what would call Cuban AMOGS buff tall latin dudes, and me a pale little white guy. The was some kind of corporate part happening there on this night everyone over 30... Instinctively I Bee lined to the bar, there were no girls here only grown women. I drank my first vodka+redbull, I started to relax a bit, but still the dance floor was full of dudes. I looked around and all the couches were full with women mingling amongst each other, only one or two dancing with what i assumed was their boyfriends. Then the awkwardness pass as more of them started to dance. By then i finished of my second vodka+redbull, It felt like i was on auto pilot I two stepped to the dance floor (dropped like its hot was on, I felt like i was snoop dogg) And tried to dance with some of the ladies got no IOI.. just smiles and sincerity of the dance. then my brother rewarded me with one more drink and introduced me to the DJ. She immediately recognized me and got really friendly (she was a dj at a restaurant i used to work at and she dj under a different name). She told me that she was going to play a popular set and introduced me to her 2 friends who were HB7 and a HB3 and pushed me on to the dance floor with a evil smirk on her face, while she continued to spin.
So instinctively went for the HB7; who was a great dancer but super shy. I got annoyed pretty quick, because i was tipsy and supper impatient at that point. I told my brother to swap because i was drunk anyway and i started to dance with the chubby HB3 (why is it that chubby girls always think they are super hot and sexy!?) the dance started to get dirtier with every son the girl was all over me so I replied back, as doubts started to flood my mined if i was drunk enough to pull this off because I realized that i didn't want to do anything with this HB3 (guess the liquor was wearing off).
Like a blessing in disguise the DJ herself showed up and started dancing also she let someone take over and was done for a little. she blew me away with her dancing and the dress she was wearing (first time ever saw this hot mama in a dress) I told her i needed to get a drink and offered her one. She agreed and lead me to the bar. As I was about to pay she told me "don't be stupid" and told the bartender to put it on her tab, I didn't know how to respond so I gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her, we talked a bit about the old job how she was doing how much i liked her mixes and nagged others. I could not perform any other routines because it was hard enough for me not to slip up just by speaking. In the end she wrote down my number and sent me an invite via txt to her birthday party at the old restaurant i used to work at. End of night brother had to go home telling me we have work tomorrow.
Im still hyper from all the redbull I drank, and Im not sure who got picked up here me or the DJ. Was this her marketing strategy? Also how can i cut out my liquid courage, because more of this kind of sarging and ill be an alcoholic

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