Dancing the Night {AWAY} [Will]

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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dancing the Night {AWAY} [Will] Apr 7, 2015 21:58:36 GMT -5

Post by Loony on Apr 7, 2015 21:58:36 GMT -5

Julia Bast

It's Friday. Finally.

My stride is wide as I walk towards the abandoned house that clearly isn't empty. Lights peek their way out from behind boarded windows, and I smile my high heels click upon the sidewalk. Time to get wasted. I know that I should be home right now, sitting quietly with my family we force small talk. I know thats what most people my age are doing, with their functional families and rational actions. But I'm not those perfect little robots, and my family clearly isn't the typical family.

If I went home right now, I'd find my father drunk as fuck, threatening to hit my mother, who would cower like she always does and take the beating. I'd be wishing I was anywhere else but there and desire to be here.

There wasn't much of an option for me.

There never was.

So I make my way into the shack, and rush past the sweaty dancer to the table of booze. With glee I pour myself a shot, then another, before turning back to the mayhem occurring around me. My throat burns of liquid fire, but I enjoy the rush of euphoria that accompanies the drink. My eyes search the crowd, looking for the girls I walked in with, but failing to spot them in the masses.

With a sigh I pour myself a beer before heading into the mosh pit of dancers. Guys catcall towards me, but I refuse to respond. Not just yet. Instead I make my way towards the corner, content to allow the alcohol a few minutes to wrap me in it's intoxicating embrace before making a fool of myself. The cement wall is just a few feet away before I feel a sudden collision of a body and the horror of spilt liquid upon a body.

Damn it. My mind initially focusses on the drink rather than the person. Shows you how good a person I am.

Upset I wasted a perfectly good drink, anger bubbles beneath the surface as I turn towards the person and growl, "Watch it, buddy."

With slight shock I realize that the guy is actually around my age, and not too shabby looking. I quickly change my tone and mutter, "Sorry, just be careful. Don't want to ruin that shirt there." I smile and give him another look, trying to hide my aggression.

Music is a moral law.

^Credit to Thundy

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Dancing the Night {AWAY} [Will] Apr 9, 2015 20:53:59 GMT -5

Post by Will on Apr 9, 2015 20:53:59 GMT -5

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I look around at the huge raving party. There are people dancing around with booze and they're all rubbing up against one another. It looks like fun. It was fun. I was there and the sharp aroma of alcohol stung my nostrils and the fiery taste stimulated my throat. The girls and guys blurred and flashes by contorting in sexual and funny looking positions. They writhed and jumped to the rhythm of the music. It is loud, so loud it hurts my ears. But not too badly, just enough that I'll probably go home shouting instead of talking like a normal person.

Going home, I can't believe I was already thinking of that. I'd only been here under an hour and I was already thinking of going home. What would I do at home? My brothers are here, my friends are here. I'd go home and my parents would just be there. Probably having some sort of special romantic night because the boys are out of the house.

I wasn't even dancing, either. I'd stopped cuz some other guy stole the girl I was grinding. This truly was not my night. I usually had more game than this. I wonder if it's because last night I barely slept either. That's probably it. Maybe a little more beer will fix that problem. Or whatever alcohol they've got over there. I decide to make my way through the mosh pit of dancers.

But almost as soon as I start to approach the mosh pit, I run into a girl and suddenly I'm all wet. The liquid's cold and it almost immediately makes it through my shirt and starts running down my body. This isn't going to feel good later tonight. I look up to shout at whoever the moron was that crashed into me, but they beat me to the punch,

"Watch it, buddy."

Watch it buddy?! They have the nerve to tell me that? This girl who's probably as drunk as a District Four sailor comes rampaging around the house, spills her drink all over me, and has the guts to tell me to watch where I'm going? I want to yell at her too, but then she beats me to words yet again,

"Sorry, just be careful. Don't want to ruin that shirt there."

This time she's much more passive about it. But it seems like she's only passive about it because she looked up and saw me. I'm not sure if she was intimidated or what, but at least she'd calmed down. Still, I was indignant. But, she was hot.

Dilemmas.

"You don't say," I retort, with a bit of venom laced within my words. Then I drop the angry attitude and try to throw in a compliment, "It's a good thing you're pretty."

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