Party ¦Maylor

October 31st (IV)

"Come on Bri!" Roger was doing some extraordinary moves beside the stereo while The Beatles' record was on. The brunet looked at his friend from the corner of the basement with surprise. Roger was never the one to dance to the Fab Four, he called them sissies. Brian looked around to see if Deaky or Fred also saw that situation to blackmail Roger later, but Deaky was nowhere to be seen and Fred was lost in Chris' dark eyes. Brian smirked at the view for a second but returned his gaze to the blond boy showing off his moves in the middle of the basement.

His moves were great, nothing wrong with that.

But nobody else was dancing.

Brian quietly watched as people formed a circle, giving Roger a place to free his imagination and bring it to life. He sipped his beer from a can and observed the blond intently. It was amazing how Brian got nervous and shy just by someone staring at him, but Roger was there dancing as if he didn't care about all the people looking at him. Or as if he wanted everyone to look at him, which he accomplished. Brian wondered how drunk Roger was.

But Roger wasn't even drunk. Sure, he's already drank two plastic cups of whiskey with cola but it wasn't enough to make him sway on his feet. Not at all, rhythm of his steps was steady and completely in beat with moves of the rest of his body. No, he wouldn't call himself drunk. It was that state when you just act drunk because of the aura of the party. Because it's fun.

"Brian you sucker!" he shouted out when the song was quieting out for the next one to begin.

People who knew Brian turned their heads towards the dark corner of the crowdy room to see a lanky boy squeezed there with his fingers clamped tightly around the beer can. He swallowed down the drink that he had in his mouth. It seemed like he didn't have a choice now. He put the beer into a hand of the first girl standing next to him (much to her pleasure) and stepped forward, ready to push through people, but the crowd made him a clear way to the empty circle in the middle.

At this point even Fred and Chris walked closer to see and Clare tugged Amber and still ashamed Deaky down to see what special was happening that everyone from ground floor emigrated to basement.

While Brian was still unconsciously walking towards Roger. The blond got to the stereo and skipped one song, putting the needle just for I'm Looking Through You to begin. Brian sighed in half relief. He always dances to this song in his room when it's on the radio. This will be no different than his room, right?

Oh, who was he kidding, it will be nothing like his room. It will be a nerve wrecking experience but he wanted to do it. And surprise, surprise, he knew exactly why.
To show Roger that he's not a sissy like The Beatles and he would dance with him everywhere he wanted to.

Even though he was about to dance to the cheesy Beatles song, dressed up as a Beatle, with another boy, in the room full of drunk and unpredictable teenagers.

And so he was in the middle of the 'dance floor', feeling all the eyes (besides Roger's) plastered to him. Brian sighed, looking at Roger bending his body in every direction and going absolutely wild one last time. He let the air out slowly through his mouth and let the music ring through him.

The brunet started meekly moving his feet, knees and hips to the sides, doing the twist. He eventually added some sharper moves when the beat told him to do that. The twist started to go faster, more funky.
Roger secretly observed from behind the hair that covered his eyes while he was shaking his head. He also began doing the twist.
Brian didn't see it as he closed his eyes and added his hands to the dance. Even crazier - he started lifting his feet alternately, making his twist look more professional.
The blond got it quickly and now moved in the same way, plus some original moves that spiced it all up. He couldn't stop smiling at how Brian was nailing it.
Then Brian absolutely astonished Roger when he jumped up, spinned around in 360° and was facing Roger again, doing the twist.
The blond lost the rhythm for a short moment but came back with twice more power than before, now getting closer to his lanky partner.

The room exploded in applause when two boys bowed, breathing heavily with hair clinging to their foreheads. The song wasn't even three minutes long but dance, especially an energetic one that they did, was exhausting. The song changed to a slower, soothing one and people around them came back to their conversation or upstairs for a smoke.

Roger collapsed on the ground, not minding that it was dirty as fuck because Deaky couldn't sweep for hell. Brian had more dignity than that and bent over, prepping his hands on his knees. His hips, butt and lower back hurt so much he wondered if you could get attack of muscle other than the heart muscle.

"Gosh I really need to work out." he let out a breathy laugh, fighting the urge to spit on the dirty floor he was looking at. Roger groaned in response, still trying to catch his breath.

"That was absolutely and utterly amazing!" Fred walked up to them with Chris right beside him, smiling. Clare ran in from the direction of stairs and poked her brother with the tip of her shoe. Roger groaned again, slapping her jeansed shin.

"It's still alive." she jumped back from the boy. "Hi!" she looked at Fred, realising she hasn't met him here yet. Fred spread his arms and the blond girl jumped in for a hug, nearly tackling the older boy over. Fred was her second favorite colleague of Roger. First was Deaky and Brian was fourth, right behind Roger's imaginative friend from when he was six.

Deaky and Amber also got closer, looking at the two wet with sweat creatures. A new person in that company caught Amber's eye and she instantly nudged Deaky's side.

"You never told me Fred's got a girl." she said it louder than she wanted to and Chris looked at her with a smile, touching Fred's arm, who tensed up, ready to explain that pale girl. Amber noticed that they've heard and didn't try to hide it. "You're so cute!" she sent Chris her best genuine smile.

"Thanks, my name's Chris." he answered, making his voice deeper on purpose. Amber's eyes widened as well as Clare's, who also didn't know him but was too lazy to ask. Deaky wanted no more tension and awkwardness that evening so he cleared his throat.

"We should get a photo, you know, four of us." he motioned to the other three boys that had the same outfit as him.

Chris got a camera out of the bag he had strapped over his shoulder and turned it on. Fred went over to Brian, who straightened up with a breathy 'ok'. Deaky hopped in beside Fred. Amber and Clare backed off a bit, standing beside Chris and looking at how was he going to take the photo.

"Guys, I wanna be in that photo!" Roger complained from the floor. Brian bent, feeling all his muscles in the hips area flex in pain, picked Roger's foot and held it up to his side.

The camera clicked, capturing Fred and Deaky with model-like faces, Brian with half open mouth and well, Roger's shoe looked good.