Being the wingwoman to someone who is fighting a demonic possesion is definitly not an easy task. Not only do I want to help her, I also don 't want to get smited by her demon in the process. You never know which word can trigger a psychotic break, or which shots are going to cause a complete meltdown. In my own experience of demon taming the best way to act is simply to mimic her lead and just act as a support character.  You can never go wrong with a little black dress then. Emphasis on the little seeing as how we are 'slutting this up' I believe is what the group chat has been renamed to now. Yes, enough skin to show support but a basic colour so I can fall into the background and let Becca take the lead. I can't pull first, only once Becca has someone gunning for her attention should I defect from the group. Yes, this is offense protocol 3 - The Immediate Rebound.

Rule one - Always show support, whatever Queen B wants, she gets.

Rule two - Do not out shine the Queen, you are not the main character tonight.

Rule three - Don't cling, let the Queen stretch her wings, your just there for safety and reasurrence. 

Not many rules and supper simple to follow but even so, offense protocol 3 is not one of the easiest offense strategies to take, especailly since the Queen can turn on you any minute. It's with this thought in mind that I quickly raced to the medicine cabinet and grabbed my little bag of white luck before sliding out the front door. You never know how long a night like this is going to be. 

One quick taxi ride and a few prinks later we are waiting in line outside the club, a lit new place called 'Owl', not only does it have a rocking DJ and big dance floor, but there is also a bar on the outside of the club so you can drink whilst taking in some fresh air, and this is where Becca met Mr White T-Shirt. I still don't know what his name is and I suspect Becca doesn't know either but he's cute and clocked Becca from the moment she walked in which is apparently the level of attention she was looking for as she was very quick to leave us for the Vodka/lemonade he ordred for her which was quickly forgotten at the offer of sucking his lips rather than the straw. But hey I'm not judging. Honesly good for her, she knows what she wants and wasted no time in getting it, I could actually learn a few things from her. Need more of that initiative in my life, I'm much more of the wait to see who approaches me type, which actually does not leave you with many options regardless of how awesome you are. Me and Lisa, the side hoe's in tonights escapades quickly informed Becca that if she was good we would be dancing inside and that we had our phones if she needed us. Well, that was our side chick roles fullfilled for the night as we both agreed that she would not stay outside the club for long and it was only a matter of time before Becca licked a lot more than the inside of White Shirts mouth.

Well, we definitly dressed well for gaining attention, that or seeing two girls dancing alone was like lighting up a lighouse beacon inside the dark club as we were not lacking for attention. Some were shy, only giving  us the odd glances when they thought we werent looking, others were more out there giving us a beckoning look as they angled their bodies towards us as they danced, not approaching but extending an invitation. It didn't take too long before Lisa saw an invitation that she liked and gladly accepted as she gave me a knowing smile and sauntered over to a tall, slightly lanky dark haired guy and began to dance with him, bodly taking his hands and putting them on her waist. Ok seriously are the shots just not hitting me? Where did those two get this confidence? I didn't mind that she left me, honestly we both new this would happen, the only question being who would go first. I prepared the shift from offense to defense. Now the rules have changed to defense tactics 1. 

Also three rules:

1. Don't give false hope, try not to make eye contact unless interested.

2. Do not take any drinks or  approach a big group of guys, if one is approaching you then you run for either A the bathroom or B a group of girls who will instantly understand the situation and assist. 

3. Start looking for your target, the less time in the danger zone the better. 

Okay, let's do a quick room scan, see if anything hits me straight away, but as i think this the DJ changes the tempo of the music preparing for the song change, and somehow as if akin to my situation he decides to play my song which when your song is played requires the most energetic, eyes closed, on the verge of a mental breakdown type dancing possible. So as I lost all composure screaming the lyrics and completely being the most unlady like person ever to be seen did I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist, as a voice screamed into my ear the same lyrics that just died on the tip of my tongue.