>>27912721>Sweat and heat rise up from you lot as the song takes over.>It’s exhilarating, not caring about appearances.>Just letting go.
“I go crazy cause she looks like a flower but she stings like a bee!”>Your left hand rises, snapping like you were a flamenco dancer.>Sugarcoat’s feet tap the beat away.>Your movement joins hers and for a moment, you’re lost in her eyes.>They look hungry.>Both of you are far too drunk.>And you don’t give a shit.
“Like every girl in history!”>Backs against each other, she digs into you before pushing with her ass.>She flies back into the ring, only for her place to be taken by someone else.
“She bangs, she bangs!”>To your surprise, it’s Twilight.>She hastily looks around her, seemingly having no idea what to do.>So to help, you grab her by the waist and pull her close.>The mere gesture seems to catch her out of breath.>Your own was stolen long ago.
“I’m wasted by the way she moves!”>A step back and two forth, you enter a more classical style of flamenco.
“She moves!”>Her awkward steps melt away into a slithering poise full of strength.>Your legs cross the dance floor, and you realize that hers seem to go on forever.
“No one ever looked so fine!”>Balancing the mic with your right hand, you catch up to Twilight and drape your arm around her waist.>With a decisive knee, you bend her backwards, catching a flash of alarm in her eyes.>But you hold strong.>So close that you can smell something mixing with her perspiration.>It drives you mad.
“She reminds me that a woman only got one thing on her mind!”>As you pull her back up, you get a whiff of chemicals, chlorine and something much more primal.>Deep violet hair veils you and you feel the frantic beating of her heart near to your chest.>As you let go, she seems unwilling to go.>But since the rhythm demands, she stumbles back into the ring like she was drunk off her mind.>Like she probably is.