I faked a smile before turning to him. His brow was slightly furrowed, probably wondering why I was there. Wait, what was his name again? Oh, shoot, it was Troy!
"Oh haha, it's you, you rascal! I mean, sir! I didn't notice you right away," I said, pretending to laugh.
"I also didn't expect you, miss, to come to this kind of place," he said, sounding disbelieving.
Excuse me! What did he think of me? Just because I'm a simple person, he thinks I can't keep up?
"Who's she, Chief? Your girl?" his companion suddenly asked.
Troy choked in surprise at his friend's question. Good thing my brother wasn't with them. I know my brother doesn't go to places like this because he's a good person.
"Ah, this is Mary, Chief, Jerry's sister," Troy replied.
His companions looked a bit surprised.
"Come here, Mary, sit down," one of them suddenly chimed in, patting the seat next to him.
"Not her, Chief, Jerry will kill me for this," Troy said meaningfully.
I gulped. These guys all look like womanizers.
Troy suddenly stood up and approached me. I instinctively stepped back a little.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked, surprising me.
Did he seriously just ask me to dance?! I looked around. People inside were moving to the music, seemingly not caring how daring or bold their dance moves were.
I swallowed hard because I'm not really into dancing. "I-I don't want to, I don't know how," I said shyly.
But I was startled when he took my hand, and I don't know why my feet followed. He led me to the middle where many people were dancing.
I just stared blankly at him as he started to dance. Whether I admit it or not, he was so hot and yummy... wait? What am I even saying!
"Come on, just dance, and enjoy the music."
Wow, that was English. I was amazed by the way he spoke English; he had a slang. Is this rascal half-American? It's kind of obvious, his face alone looks like a Hollywood actor! Like a young Tom Cruise.
I didn't realize I was already dancing, probably because of the alcohol I drank. I get drunk easily, especially since I'm not used to drinking.
So this is what it feels like to freely do things you've never done before. It felt good. I didn't notice that I was already smiling and laughing while dancing along, especially when the music changed to hip-hop. My mom always forbade me from doing things, so I grew up ignorant.
"You're actually a good dancer, huh," he suddenly said.
"Only this once, you rascal, alright!" We were almost shouting to each other because of how loud the music was inside.
I saw him frown. "Did you just call me 'rascal'?"
I suddenly burst out laughing at his facial reaction. He looked so cute, like a child!
"Sorry, I forgot you're a police officer, sir," I said, still laughing.
"Well, it's okay, just call me by my name," he said.
I don't know if he was annoyed or just genuinely didn't want me to call him 'rascal.'
"Do you always come here?" I changed the topic.
"Yeah, only on my days off and when there's not much to do at the station," he answered immediately.
We both stopped dancing when a woman suddenly approached him and immediately clung to Troy's arm. Ugh, womanizer. I suddenly rolled my eyes.
"Hey handsome! Miss me? Because I missed you so much!" the woman said flirtatiously, seemingly not noticing that Troy had company.
"Hello Rachel, how are you?" Troy asked.
The woman smiled and suddenly kissed Troy's cheek. Oh, wow? Really? These two are going to flirt right in front of me!
"Hey, I have company," Troy stopped her.
The woman immediately looked at me, dressed in an outfit that barely covered her. Her skirt was so short, and her cleavage was practically spilling out.
"Who is she? Your new woman?"
I rolled my eyes at this woman's question. Why do people always mistake me for this rascal's woman?
"Ah, just a friend of mine." I laughed to myself. Duh, we're not friends just because I danced with you, does that mean we're okay?
"Really? I thought your standards for women had dropped," Rachel said, looking at me from head to toe.
Hey! Is this crazy woman belittling me?
I rolled my eyes and left them both there in the middle.
"Mary, I'll just take you home!" he suddenly shouted, but I ignored him. He can just enjoy himself with that flirtatious vixen who clings to his arm so much. Ugh.