The disco lights flashed wildly, painting the dance floor in vibrant shades of red, blue, and green. The music was deafening, a pulsing beat that made it impossible to think of anything else but the rhythm. You had never been one for wild nights out, but Candy had insisted, practically dragging you out of your house with that infectious grin of hers.

The two of you were already a few drinks in, the alcohol buzzing warmly in your veins as Candy led you through the crowd. She was in her element, laughing loudly, her energy contagious as she twirled around the dance floor. She looked radiant under the flashing lights, her hair bouncing as she moved, and you couldn't help but get caught up in her infectious spirit.

You couldn’t help but laugh as she pulled you into the center of the dance floor. Candy started to do her iconic dance, hips swaying and arms moving in perfect sync with the beat. Her confidence was magnetic, and you felt your reservations slipping away as you tried to keep up.

Hours passed like minutes, now it was late, and Candy was too drunk to drive home, so she thought about sleeping at a nearby motel that night. You hesitated for a moment, but then Candy gave you that irresistible, mischievous grin, and you found yourself nodding.

The two of you stumbled down the street, arms around each other for support as you laughed your way to the nearest motel. Candy fumbled with the keys, both of you still giggling like teenagers, until finally, you managed to get the door open.

The room was small and smelled faintly of cleaning supplies, but neither of you cared. You practically collapsed onto the bed, the world spinning slightly as you landed. Candy flopped down beside you, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice soft now that the noise of the club was behind you. “I had fun tonight.”