Dance 'Till Ya Die (Dance Mob Plot)

Tips are a difficult income to work off of, never knowing how generous the audience was going to be during that performance. It all depended on the work of the mob, each individual perfecting their role. The proper time and location was important to grab the rich & giving audience. Music and choreography had to captivate and keep them there, wanting to see more. One wrong move from a backup dancer, a glitch in the tape, or a rainy day could determine if the dance mob was going to party or even eat that night. Luckily for Dillon though the group she was a part of all held pride it what they did, wanting to make not just themselves but their entire group to succeed. They all needed one another, had to trust each other, and there was no room for screw ups.

The most important part of trust the dance mob needed to have was the protection; it had to be seen as an illegal riot whenever they performed. If one person was caught, sent away, the dance mob wouldn't be able to continue unless they found a replacement. That was Dillon's only problem, she needed to stay away from trouble. It was risky enough when they performed, she shouldn't risk getting in trouble for anything else. But the desire to be bad ran through her blood vessels, like a drug she had to have. She walked through the large town as the sun was slowly setting, reminding herself she had to go to the warehouse. No stopping, no stopping.

A bottle of vodka sparkled against the other liquors in the window display, calling for Dillon to bring to rehearsal. She dug around in her pockets for an form of change, a few coins wasn't nearly enough with how expansive alcohol is. The shop laid empty, with only a young boy around Dillon's age managing the cash register. A coy smile crept to her face with ideas, and her feet led her inside.

Looking around for a few minutes Dillon toke in all the different brands and types, calculating in her head the types her old job at the club used to carry. There had to be a few drinks they didn't display, an unpopular or too expansive brand laying in the back. "My Father told me you have dark beer, but I don't see any." Dillon explains to the cashier, flashing a curious smile and brushing her hair over one shoulder. This always worked, no one ever expects Dillon to be such a thief unless they really knew her...which only the ones she stole from knew about.

"We must have it in the back someone." He explains, bringing a smile to his own face. Some how Dillon always gave off flirting even though she never meant to.

"Thanks." Dillon called out as the only person in the store made his way to the back. Once far enough she grabbed the vodka from the shelf, stuffed it in her bag, and left the door chime singing behind her. One thing she had learned from everything was how to start off in a light jog to not cause suspicion, and then go off into a sprint.

"That red head's a thief!" Dillon hears the Cashier yell from a distances behind her. Hopefully he remembered to lock the door before running after her. Certainly she was hoping to get out of this without a chase, but at least she got the vodka.

The town held lots of allies and turns, after a few swift ones the running foot steps were fading. Still Dillon didn't stop for a second, not even to catch her breath. The garage door to the small warehouse they practice in was ajar, making it very easy for tiny Dillon to sweep under and close behind her. She leaned against the graffitied to catch her breath, eventually sliding her back-bag off of her shoulder and revealing her prize to everyone. Riley was talking to a few of the younger dancers, probably getting them ready for practice.

"Brought us all a treat." Dillon shared as soon as she wasn't heaving for air. She plopped her bag on the floor, along with the vodka, with no fear of any people stealing around her. Family didn't do that. "And also brought the new mix." She pulled from one of the bag's pockets and held it up as she made her way over to the group. It was time to put together a new flash mob, and the tape was finished and ready for choreography. The best part of the entire part for Dillon, seeing her music come to live. "So how's it going to far?" She asked Riley about the new kids.


((OOC: I know we don't have any people playing new kids yet, but I figured it'd make the plot a little more interesting to say they're there. Also I was hoping it'd be cool if anyone else from the Dance Mob would like to join?))