No Strings Attached

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    "This isn't all of them, just the ones who want to go out with us.  Tonight they're off the clock."
    "Let's get going.  I'm ready to smash some beers and have some fun."  Luke starts to move toward the door. 
    We step out the doors of the hotel and there's a large SUV waiting for us.  Aiden talks with the driver and we all file in.  I take the very back and Luke climbs back there with me.
    We arrive at the club, and the line outside makes me wish I had worn pants.  The chill in the air is going to suck while we stand here.  Aiden keeps walking to the front and then finally waves us forward after talking to the bouncer at the door.  It's nice having VIP status for once. 
    This place is massive.  I notice the sign at the door says 'Club Volume'.  I see where it gets its name right away.  The dance floor is full and there's hardly any space around the bar.  Luke moves up against the bar and orders us a round of tequila shots and a beer each. 
    "What are we toasting to?" he asks me and I hate this part.  Taron and Ivy usually handle all the toasts.  It isn't fun to be put on the spot.
    "Um.... To living life, all the way to our last breath."  He raises his shot and we take it back. 
    A kick ass song comes on and I can't resist moving with the music.  It's what I do.  I take a few drinks of my beer and move to the dance floor.  There are a few girls who move in to dance near me and we have a great time dancing through a few songs.  A slow song comes on, so I start to walk off the dance floor. 
    Luke grabs my hand and pulls me back out there.  I wish he wouldn't do things like this.  It really messes with my head.  He's done so good with keeping at a distance lately.
    We start to dance and he pulls me in close.  Our movement is slower than the song is, but I'm just following his lead.
    "You always have to shake that ass of yours, don't you?"  I look at him in confusion and try to figure out why he's bringing this up now.
    "I was just dancing."
    "I know.  You're trying to kill me,"
    "Sorry."
    "Don't be, free bird.  I enjoy watching you like that.  It's how you are on stage."  Free bird?
    "Did you just call me free bird?"  His smile grows when I ask.
    "Damn.  I wasn't going to ever call you that out loud."
    "Why would you call me that?"
    "One of my favorite moments is when you and I first played that song together.  And besides that, you remind me of a free bird on stage.  You should never be caged."  I remember the time he's talking about.  It was one of the nights at Smitty's before we went on tour the first time.  We used to play old music just to get the fans moving.  Lynyrd Skynyrd is an easy crowd pleaser.
    "I think you're the free bird.  If you listen to the song, it's you to a tee."
    "Maybe so, but it's your nickname now."  We finish the song before he pulls me to the bar for another shot.
     
    "Your turn this time."  I'm going to do my best to avoid having to lead in toasts.  The more I drink, the bigger chance I'll say something I shouldn't.
    "To never being caged."  Well, if that isn't one hell of a toast.
    We lay it back and I turn to hit the dance floor again.  I don't want to stand there and let him see me disappointed in the fact that he never wants to settle down.  I wasn't supposed to fall for him.  The problem is, I had already begun my decent before I made that promise to myself. 
    Making it a mission to enjoy myself tonight, I dance with a few guys who ask me.  All of them keep it clean and there aren’t any issues.  The next slow song comes on and I know I need to get off this stage fast.  If he tries to dance with me on this one, I'll lose it. 
    'Say Something' is not the song to try to face him during, especially with how I'm feeling right now. 
    He moves around to stop my escape and leads me to the edge of the dance floor again.  I can't look at him as the words begin to play through the large speakers. 
    I tuck my head into his chest and let him

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