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arrays2014-06-30 07:52 pm
commandertoolbelt) wrote in arrays2014-06-30 07:52 pm
Entry tags:
[ open ] we'll keep dancing til we die
want to dance?
or can I buy you a drink; dance club au
Some girls dance in the clubs, other girls dance. While most of the girls are glammed up, wearing heels, and basically shuffling and maybe moving their hips in some way that generally promotes sex... Sasha was not these girls, she was showing real dancing talent on the floor, mixing some proper club moves with a few different things and using her ballet training for some extensive showing off.
But, eventually, she skipped her way over to the bar for a drink and to relax. She looks for anyone that might buy her a drink, she didn't have the bust or shoes (both could be accurately described with flats) to grab most attentions, but being as flexible as her should catch a few eyes and earn her a drink.
But, eventually, she skipped her way over to the bar for a drink and to relax. She looks for anyone that might buy her a drink, she didn't have the bust or shoes (both could be accurately described with flats) to grab most attentions, but being as flexible as her should catch a few eyes and earn her a drink.
She's trying to sober up but the draw of the lights and the heavy music are too much to resist. It's mind numbing enough with hardly any drugs of alcohol in her body - maybe a little cough syrup and beer but that's it.
Even in a large, gyrating group of people, Natalie is alone. Totally alone. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't dance, swaying gently instead. She tries to blend in, with her cropped mesh shirt and jeggings, but it's clear that she'll never be one of them. Whoever they are.
She runs her hands through her hair and loses her train of thought for once. After this - no more.
Even in a large, gyrating group of people, Natalie is alone. Totally alone. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't dance, swaying gently instead. She tries to blend in, with her cropped mesh shirt and jeggings, but it's clear that she'll never be one of them. Whoever they are.
She runs her hands through her hair and loses her train of thought for once. After this - no more.
Leo's happily dancing among the crowd, not really tearing up the dance floor like he knows he could, but having a good time, regardless. Which he definitely is, and with only a drink or two in him so far, thanks to a perfect fake ID he'd only just replaced this week after losing the last one. Everyone around is just as into the music as he is; no one notices that he doesn't match the scene, all of them dressed up for the night out while he's as casual as can be, just jeans and a t-shirt with a dark button-up thrown on in an attempt to look a little older. He's pretty sure the bartender isn't fooled, but doesn't really give a damn. So much the better.
Just another night on the town for the runaway.
It hardly even registers when he bumps into the girl; and why would it when they're in the middle of a sea of bodies, all moving to the same rhythm? He turns just enough to flash a grin at her - a "great song, right?" kind of look - before going back to the dance, but it's hard not to notice how obviously she isn't rolling with the crowd. Leo slows for a moment, debating if he should say something, but the motion only serves to get him pushed back by the throng, his back to her side, and poof - there goes his momentum, flying into the wind along with every other bit of sense he's willfully given up tonight. What's one more thing, though? The entire reason he came here was so he wouldn't have to deal with running for a little while, even if it's all pretend.
Just another night on the town for the runaway.
It hardly even registers when he bumps into the girl; and why would it when they're in the middle of a sea of bodies, all moving to the same rhythm? He turns just enough to flash a grin at her - a "great song, right?" kind of look - before going back to the dance, but it's hard not to notice how obviously she isn't rolling with the crowd. Leo slows for a moment, debating if he should say something, but the motion only serves to get him pushed back by the throng, his back to her side, and poof - there goes his momentum, flying into the wind along with every other bit of sense he's willfully given up tonight. What's one more thing, though? The entire reason he came here was so he wouldn't have to deal with running for a little while, even if it's all pretend.
After waking up in her own bed with no recollection of how she got there in the first place last night, one might think it best she abandon this lifestyle and return to the one she knows. Natalie is only a tourist.
Interaction pulls her out of her own head, astonishingly blank. It isn't as if she's gone this entire time completely ignored - she'll dance of pulled along. Normally, she can just ignore that bump but she turns slightly and shrugs at him, as if to say no harm done. There's little inviting about her in her day to day life, but she's more open in expression and posture now, not a wrinkle in her brow or lips.
Interaction pulls her out of her own head, astonishingly blank. It isn't as if she's gone this entire time completely ignored - she'll dance of pulled along. Normally, she can just ignore that bump but she turns slightly and shrugs at him, as if to say no harm done. There's little inviting about her in her day to day life, but she's more open in expression and posture now, not a wrinkle in her brow or lips.
Temporary stay or no, what matters is that they're both here. It's ridiculous how much this girl stands out when he turns to offer her an apologetic smile and a shrug. What can you do, right?
They might as well make the most of it, Leo decides, well aware that the alcohol is fueling him as he turns to face her properly, eyebrows raised in a questioning expression as if to invite her to officially join him. He has half a mind to take her hand and pull her along, but he's not quite that far gone as of yet.
They might as well make the most of it, Leo decides, well aware that the alcohol is fueling him as he turns to face her properly, eyebrows raised in a questioning expression as if to invite her to officially join him. He has half a mind to take her hand and pull her along, but he's not quite that far gone as of yet.
Gale's earned a bit of a reputation for being a party guy at his school - places like this are just his scene, and it comes with the bonus of having plenty of willing girls around. He does his share of dancing, of course, but he's been hanging around the bar more tonight, simply swaying to the music with drink in hand and watching the undulations of the crowd.
One girl, he notices, stands out from the rest. From what he can tell, she's not exactly his type, but she puts the other girls on the floor to shame, and everyone knows it. She's being pointedly ignored by the girls who are out for a good time, and gets glares from those who are after a little more. The show she put on is intriguing enough, and Gale decides to go have a chat while she takes a break, taking his drink with him.
"There aren't many people who come to a place like this to dance like that," he comments when he's close enough, speaking loudly over the music.
One girl, he notices, stands out from the rest. From what he can tell, she's not exactly his type, but she puts the other girls on the floor to shame, and everyone knows it. She's being pointedly ignored by the girls who are out for a good time, and gets glares from those who are after a little more. The show she put on is intriguing enough, and Gale decides to go have a chat while she takes a break, taking his drink with him.
"There aren't many people who come to a place like this to dance like that," he comments when he's close enough, speaking loudly over the music.
It strikes her, then, that she must look kind of stupid, barely moving and not even to the beat of the song pumping through the stereo system.
Natalie starts to shake her head, thinking it best that she removes herself from this situation so no one has to come and pick her up late at night because she has no way of getting home. But at the same time, she's not so high up in the clouds that she no longer has control of her own body - just enough to leave most of her inhibitions at the door. It won't do her any harm.
She nods and the corner of her mouth quirks up when she decides to reach for his hand.
Natalie starts to shake her head, thinking it best that she removes herself from this situation so no one has to come and pick her up late at night because she has no way of getting home. But at the same time, she's not so high up in the clouds that she no longer has control of her own body - just enough to leave most of her inhibitions at the door. It won't do her any harm.
She nods and the corner of her mouth quirks up when she decides to reach for his hand.
He's almost disappointed, but Leo is pleased to see her nod instead, and grins brightly. And the interesting part is that she takes his hand, and he gives it an encouraging squeeze as he pulls her along in time with the music, a quicker beat than she'd been swaying to only moments before. The fact that he doesn't even know her name slips his mind, but he doesn't expect to get it before the night's up, so he doesn't bother asking. They're both here to have a little fun; who cares if it's anonymous?
Natalie would never describe herself as graceful. Her movements, once she finally lets go, are wilder and more fluid - not at all jerky like she usually is. Eyes closed, the music takes over. It's easier that way, latching herself onto the tune instead of associating herself with the rolling masses. Well, except for her newfound partner. When she opens her eyes again to look at him, she actually tries to smile in full. It's hard not to actually look at him, considering how packed the space is getting and how close she has to stand.
There she goes. His grin grows, happy to see her letting go and getting with the rhythm. She wasn't exactly stiff before, but she wasn't rolling with the beat, either, and it's much easier to enjoy himself if he knows his unexpected partner is relaxed and having fun, too. As the song continues, Leo finds himself standing closer to her than he'd intended, but the sea of bodies around them will do that. He still tries to leave some meager space between them; judging from her clothes and how out of place she's looked up to now, she's not the clubbing type, and he doesn't want to scare her off somehow.
Even with her attempts to blend in, what with the exposed patch of midriff, she's still pretty conservative and that won't change about her. But she does actually want to try for a little closeness, even with a stranger. (Which has everything to do with her affection starved self but she won't get into that.) He shouldn't hold back because she's Stoll easing into this. So she pulls him closer with their joined hands, nodding slightly.
Well, if that's what she wants, who is he to deny her? Leo gladly comes a little closer, the space behind him filling instantly as he does. A hand goes to her hip, tentative but testing out the flow she's created so he can match it well, or pull her along into his own. The music changes slightly as a new song fades in, but the shift is only momentary as they sink into the sound, the adjustment in his movements easy and hardly noticeable if she doesn't know what to look for.
She takes a deep, unnoticeable breath when he actually rests his hand there but she goes with it. Her brain is slowly waking up but she puts that off for now, following his lead instead. Nearly matching his height, her face is especially close to his now but she doesn't let her gaze waver much except to occasionally glance at the DJ or follow one of the neon lights cast upon the crowd. Her hand goes to his side in return instead of resting on his shoulder.
If he were to stop and examine the situation, Leo would think it's weird how close they are, how cute she is, how much he's had to drink so far, and yet not a single word of flirting comes out of his mouth. No words at all, really, which is a feat in and of itself. He's always had a lot of trouble shutting up, even when he wants to - something to do with the ADHD, he's been told. And the fact that he tries so hard to annoy everyone around him.
This is what feels natural, though, and he smiles at her as she eases into it, feeling a little thrill when her hand touches his side. Not a bad turn, Leo thinks to himself, closing his eyes to listen to the music. He's kind of glad he got shoved into her.
This is what feels natural, though, and he smiles at her as she eases into it, feeling a little thrill when her hand touches his side. Not a bad turn, Leo thinks to himself, closing his eyes to listen to the music. He's kind of glad he got shoved into her.
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