Careless Mistake
by Kelli
Part 1
June 2003...
It was a hot summer night. Britney joined her friends over in the corner of the VIP lounge of the Viper Room.
"Where did you go?" one of them asked her.
"I went to the bathroom, is that okay?" she yelled over the loud music.
"Rock Your Body" came on over the room.
"Here's your boy," her other friend yelled as she started to clap and dance.
"He's not my boy," Britney laughed. "But it is a good song."
She started to dance as well.
"Why don't you ladies go down on the dance floor and show them what you got?" a stranger said to them.
"Hell no, it's packed down there. We're having a good time up here," Britney yelled as she turned around, dancing.
Justin cringed when he entered the club and his song came on. He shook his head as Trace patted him on the back.
"I think it's a conspiracy man....your songs always come on when we get here," he laughed.
"Yeah yeah," Justin said.
They followed the bodyguard up to the VIP area. As they walked through the crowd people started to look at him, smile and then turn their heads. Usually he was used to this but they seemed to be acting kind of funny tonight.
"You want one?" Britney's friend asked her.
She shook her head. "No thanks. I actually quit smoking...."
Her friend looked at her. "I know, I know. But really, I did. I haven't had one in three weeks," she said proudly. "But I'll have one of these," she said taking a test tube shot from the waitress's tray.
Her friend laughed as Britney slammed it back. "Girl, you better slow down. You've had about five of those already. Your little body ain't gonna handle all that."
"Oh well. You guys will just have to scrape me off the floor and throw me into bed," she laughed. Her friends laughed with her.
Justin took the Heineken from the waitress as he leaned back in the booth.
"Dude, how many of those have you had?" Trace asked.
"Why are you worried about it?" Justin asked.
Trace shook his head. "You've just been out of it today."
"I didn't have a show today....I can be out of it."
"Yeah, but you've got one tomorrow. Dude, you don't want to do a show with a hangover."
Justin sat the bottle down on the table and rubbed his head.
"I'll be back," Trace said and slapped him on the back as he scooted out of the booth.
Justin leaned forward and put his head in both hands and started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands.
"Is this seat taken?" a voice asked.
"Yeah," Justin mumbled over the music, without looking up.
"Well tough shit," Britney said.
He turned his head and smiled at the sound of the familiar voice.
She started to slide in but lost her balance and landed on him. He reached out to catch her and they both laughed.
"You've had a few to drink?" he asked.
She smiled. "I need more though."
"Here," he said, sliding the Heineken over to her.
She screwed up her nose. "You know I hate those things. I want a Sex on the Beach," she yelled, holding a finger up.
Justin laughed when he noticed that the waitress had been right there and jotted down her order. "You okay?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Fine, thanks."
"Oh, wasn't that convenient?" Britney asked as she giggled.
Justin smiled and nodded. "Very," he agreed.
"So, what have you been up to?" she asked, leaning in closer to him and propping her chin on her hand.
"Uhhh touring?" he said.
She snapped her fingers. "That's right. I knew that, I really did. How's it going? How's Christina? You screw her yet?"
Justin's eyes got big. "Uh, no....you know I don't like Christina like that. Anyway, the tour is going good so far. We're here the next two nights. I sent invites to your house."
She nodded. "Yeah....I think you did. I'll try to go."
"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to," he started.
She scratched her nose. "It will just be weird, you know? You'll be up there singing those songs that I know are about me."
He chuckled, looked at the bottle in his hand and started to peel the label off.
"Here you go," the waitress said as she sets the glass in front of Britney.
"Thank you," she smiled up at the woman. "He's going to give you a big tip for this."
I laughed. "Man, I haven't seen you this drunk since.....oh, that night of the SNL party. We were both pretty wasted that night."
"You're pretty," she said, looking at him.
"I'm what?"
He took another drink. It was empty. He motioned to the waitress that he wanted another.
"How many of those have you had?" she asked before taking a sip of her drink.
"I lost count back at the bar before this."
"Ahhhhh," she said.
Trace walked up. "Hey Britney....I didn't know you were here," he said before sitting across from her.
"I didn't know you guys were going to be here," she snapped back at him.
The waitress brought Justin another Heineken and suddenly "In Da Club" came on.
"Ohhhhh you've got to dance with me," Britney said as she scooted out of the booth, grabbing Justin's hand as she did.
He glanced over at Trace and shrugged. Trace only shook his head. Justin grabbed the Heineken and followed Britney down to the dance floor.
The floor was packed so they squeezed into the middle and started dancing. Britney knew every word, as did Justin. Justin held his beer in one hand and the other was around Britney's waist. She was grinding into him. Once in awhile she'd turn around and rub her backside up against him as she danced. Her hands would go around his thighs and a couple of times she squeezed his butt.
This was turning Justin on. He wished it wasn't but the beer was clouding his brain and it just felt so good to have Britney touching him this way again. She turned back around to face him and she let her hands move up his chest and smooth out over his shoulders.
His hand that was around her waist moved around to pull her closer. He took another swig of beer as she ran both hands up his neck and cupped the back of his head. They stared into each other's eyes and he leaned down, with the encouragement of her hands and their lips met.
