The longer they danced, the more Bridget remembered exactly why she wasn't a regular at places like this. Most of the time it was because between school and work, she didn't have much time for going to the clubs. That was time that could be better spent studying. But since it was so early in the semester, that wasn't the case this night.<br/><br/>Bridget hated the music, its repetitive, droning nature set her teeth on edge. And the people. All the damn people. All the bodies packed so tightly together made it it quite warm, and all the flailing limbs and swaying bodies were a bad mix.<br/><br/>"Oh for fuck's sake!" she growled, her head whipping around as she was hit in the back, yet again by some idiot. It wasn't the first, or the second, or even fifth time she'd either been touched, brushed up against, or flat out run into. And this time, the idiot spilled half their drink down her back. "Watch what the fuck you're doing, idiot!" she yelled at the person that had bumped into her. While this was going on, she completely missed Karl kissing on Rachel's neck....which in all honesty was probably a good thing.<br/><br/>"I'm fucking done." she said turning to look at Karl and Rachel. "You too can stay out here if you want but I'm going to the bar." she grumbled, stomping off the dance floor