A few minutes earlier…
Gwen swallowed back her fear, trying for courage when she approached the bar where a dazzling redhead stood smiling at the group of dancing, giggling women.
Hmm.
That was odd. The entire crowd was female. Well, except for a few gyrating, almost naked men.
What the heck?
Gwen looked around. All women, almost all nude men thrusting their hips on stage, speakers blasting 70s disco—fuck. She’d crashed a party.
Oh well. She was already there. What did she have to lose?
Famous. Last. Words.
Fast forward to Gwendolyn being grabbed, kissed within an inch of her life, and almost vaulting over the bar to jump the six foot whatever hunk of redheaded hotness before her mind came back to her.
What the heck am I doing making out with some stranger?
Sure, the man could kiss, but why was he kissing her? And why was she letting him? That was it.
SLAP!
“OUCH!” the man grunted in obvious shock.