_____You take a step back to gaze into Angela's eyes and then you lean in for the kiss. Her lips are soft and cool. Thank God she doesn't taste like stale beer. You take her tongue into your mouth and suck on it a little. Angela presses herself closer to you.
_____Everything is fine, until someone digs her fingernails into your shoulder. "Bitch, what you doing with my girl? You better step the hell off."
_____You abruptly break the kiss and a woman wedges herself between you and Angela. She is drunk. You want to slap the dye out of her short, blonde locs, but you aren't trying to scrap over a chick you just met. "Your girl? Angela, you could have said you weren't single."
_____Realizing that maybe you aren't the one she should be mad at, Ms. Hot Head turns her attention to Angela. "Yeah! I go out to put some money in the meter and you start rubbing your pussy against anything that moves. What's up with that?"
_____A small crowd has started gathering around the three of you. Hands on hips and those once beautiful lips pulled back in a scowl, Angela was in defense mode. "Don't start that shit, like you know me. You bought me a $3 drink, don't mean I'm going home with you."
_____You really don't have time for this foolishness. Leaving them shouting in the middle of the dancefloor, you have a few options open to you . . .