"I think we drank too much," I murmured, enjoying the feel of our dresses slipping together, satin against velvet. Mine was beginning to ride up my thighs, I could feel it, but I didn't care.

"Who says?" Kelly whispered, and she leaned in and kissed me, just like that in the middle of the dance floor. It didn't last long, a few seconds, but it was enough to take my breath away. The song was over then, and I looked at John as I moved away from Kelly and saw him looking at us. I couldn't read his face, but I flushed, and went back to the table to get more wine.

"You two were having fun," Chris remarked, putting his arm around Kelly and squeezing her hip as we sat.

"Just showing John what he's missing, leaving our girl all alone," Kelly remarked, pouring me another glass of wine and handing it to me. I drank it all, thirsty and not wanting to talk.

We ended up closing the place down, John and I. Kelly and Chris headed home about midnight, and I sat and finished another bottle of wine while I watched John move among the tables, talking and laughing. He helped me on with my coat when it was time to go, and held my elbow as we walked to the car.

"Are you drunk?" he asked me as he got into driver's side.

I looked over at him in the dimness. "Are you mad?"

"Am I mad that you're drunk? Or am I mad that you were out dirty dancing with your girlfriend at my company Christmas party?" John started the car and put it in reverse.

"Um… that, or… whatever," I said, struggling with my seat belt. I couldn't seem to find the slot to put it into. John accelerated hard and I was propelled back against the seat. I was still trying to get my seat belt fastened when John hit the brakes at a stop sign and I jolted forward, reaching out my hand to the dashboard to catch myself, but my reflexes were slow, and I missed.