beginner's luck or a sitting duck?

Time has more value to add. PERIOD. It is also, probably, the hardest way to learn. That day he learnt it the hard way. Confused? A moment and you'd know.
A club (disco for most), some place he'd never been before, was full of those weird somethings. It was all a puff of smoke, smokin hot. Shocker to say the least. Being a man can be tough, you can't help but appreciate god's creations. Heaven besides you. Only one problem. Guess what? Our man was not Johny Travolta, it wasn't the 70s, it wasn't even a saturday. No fever. He was as bad as they came.

Wait a sec, lets travel back in time, what did he tell her? The risk - remember!!!
Man had heard from friends of a place called a "disc", lots. Crazy women, sorry, women gone crazy! He knew her and her alone, she was his only chance to get in. So he did. Ask her out for a night out at the Roxburry's! That is what this place was called, believe me, you.

Ya, so dance he had to. Shakin a leg? he was sure he'd break a couple but what the heck. He tried. (Mad laughter surrounded him). She was laughing. She had never seen anything so bad. Strike 1. Strike 2. Strike 3. you're out!

Foolish is the man who believes in drowning his pain in alcohol. Shot after shot. When you're that gone, you start assuming a lot of things. But the truth was that he was better when drunk. At dancing. So he danced. Song after another, shot after another. She was sweet as usual, dancing with him, trying to catch up rather, it went on like forever, he couldn't stand till.

Ted Mosby's mother was right, nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m. She was there, he was there. She was standing, he was not. And she was (there is no single word for what she felt).
She looked more worried than anything else.

He whispered something into her ear. Shouldn't have! Damn the time, damn the alcohol.

Stick around, more to come.