We Could Make This Last All Night (Kale)
Sept 7, 2012 22:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2012 22:34:25 GMT -5
Francesca just can't sit down; she's having some sort of ADHD or something of the sorts. There's a force almost driving her to go out do something other than sit here doing her homework. It's not grooving with her. “Groove, Groove, Groove. Dance Dance Dance.” She looks down and sees that she wrote all over her her assignment. It's Friday night and she's sitting at home she should be hanging out or something. Not doing homework. That's what Sunday night is for, isn't procrastination is great? She though to herself. She's 16 she still has her whole adult life to work her butt off. Well at least she hopes. But she's not going to worry about that right now, “Besides if I only have a few years left I should be living it up” she proclaimed to herself. So it's decided, Francesca was going to go dance her Friday night away. Preferably with some really hot sexy stranger she'll never talk to again.
Now what to wear? That's always the great question with Francesca 'what's the perfect outfit?' She was thinking shorts and a t-shirt and shorts because it's easier to dance in, but the shorts decided earlier that day to take the day off. “Well dress it is” Frannie said as she put the shorts back in their drawer. “Dresses look better on you anyway” Ignatius claimed while walking into the closet, “Especially long ones. Makes you look classier” “But I'm going dancing Ignatius It'll be incredibly hard to dance when I'm tripping all over my dress.” “Good point” he remarked. As they debated and correlated on dress option they finally decided on one, a classic black halter top dress with a sash defining the waist. And to accessorize Frannie got her little black clutch while Iggy chose a nice silver and black charm necklace and a pearl bracelet. “Now you look good for dancing” Ignatius said looking into the mirror. As Francesca looked in the mirror she realized that she look great as well and even though the dress was long it looked great. The dress could always be held up if needed and torn off for other things. But that's for at the club.
The club was on fire, the strobe lights giving you glimpses of the dancers grinding on each other. Flashes of couples making out and some who are actually dancing. The bass on the music as nice and deep, rumbling the place with it's own thunder. The neon lights on the dance floors accentuating the feet as they moves showing off some really nice heels here and there. There was a nice silver heel that was 5 inches that Frannie would kill for. She would probably drink the girl's blood afterwords but she doesn't want to think about that. At least not at the moment. Tonight was a night for pure fun, and a little boy hunting. Francesca and Ignatius are scanning the crowd, trying to see if any single guy is cute enough to dance with. “How but that little shorty?” Ignatius pointed over to this dirty blonde haired boy who was only about 5'5”. She wondered how that would look with her being 6'1” and him about 6 inches shorter. “Hmm he looks handsome, but is he too short?” she asked her brother. “Not at all” He reassured her. As they look back to he mysterious shortie, he was facing their general direction now. He had these gorgeous blue eyes and you could tell he was muscular. Francesca didn't say a word when she walked over and introduced herself to the hottie. “Hey I'm Frannie, do you want to dance?” she asked with her best flirtatious voice.
Now what to wear? That's always the great question with Francesca 'what's the perfect outfit?' She was thinking shorts and a t-shirt and shorts because it's easier to dance in, but the shorts decided earlier that day to take the day off. “Well dress it is” Frannie said as she put the shorts back in their drawer. “Dresses look better on you anyway” Ignatius claimed while walking into the closet, “Especially long ones. Makes you look classier” “But I'm going dancing Ignatius It'll be incredibly hard to dance when I'm tripping all over my dress.” “Good point” he remarked. As they debated and correlated on dress option they finally decided on one, a classic black halter top dress with a sash defining the waist. And to accessorize Frannie got her little black clutch while Iggy chose a nice silver and black charm necklace and a pearl bracelet. “Now you look good for dancing” Ignatius said looking into the mirror. As Francesca looked in the mirror she realized that she look great as well and even though the dress was long it looked great. The dress could always be held up if needed and torn off for other things. But that's for at the club.
The club was on fire, the strobe lights giving you glimpses of the dancers grinding on each other. Flashes of couples making out and some who are actually dancing. The bass on the music as nice and deep, rumbling the place with it's own thunder. The neon lights on the dance floors accentuating the feet as they moves showing off some really nice heels here and there. There was a nice silver heel that was 5 inches that Frannie would kill for. She would probably drink the girl's blood afterwords but she doesn't want to think about that. At least not at the moment. Tonight was a night for pure fun, and a little boy hunting. Francesca and Ignatius are scanning the crowd, trying to see if any single guy is cute enough to dance with. “How but that little shorty?” Ignatius pointed over to this dirty blonde haired boy who was only about 5'5”. She wondered how that would look with her being 6'1” and him about 6 inches shorter. “Hmm he looks handsome, but is he too short?” she asked her brother. “Not at all” He reassured her. As they look back to he mysterious shortie, he was facing their general direction now. He had these gorgeous blue eyes and you could tell he was muscular. Francesca didn't say a word when she walked over and introduced herself to the hottie. “Hey I'm Frannie, do you want to dance?” she asked with her best flirtatious voice.
