Dancing Queen-ABBA

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 She just wanted to hang out at her house, watch a movie, eat some popcorn, just the two of them, but Florence wanted to go out for her birthday. It was  Florence's birthday  and she could whatever she wanted but   Lara  did want her to herself, no  matter how selfish  that sounded.

" You're  turning 16, not  21,  and you hate  drinking." They  lay in Lara's  bed,   their bodies curled  around  each other. Lara played with   Florence's  hair, as she tried to convince  her that this was a horrible  idea.

" I know  this guy, he makes  fake ids. It's my birthday present." She  turned   around, to give  Lara  a smile, a smile  that Lara  blindly  trusted.

" Okay. Just for you birthday girl."    Lara said leaning over to kiss  her

 Lara felt sick to the stomach as they walked into  the   bar, and showed the bouncer their ids. The  place reeked of cheap achohol and sweat. They sat down   at a table, and looked around the bar. Some people dance in the middle, while most  people just chugged one beer after another.

" What do you want to drink?" Florence yelled over the pounding music.

" Just a coke." Florence went over to the bartender and came with Lara's coke and a beer. By the time Lara had finished half of her coke. Florence had already finished her beer.

" I'm going to get another beer. Want  anything?"

" Florence. Do you know how much those beers cost? They're not cheap. Why can't  just go to  the liquor store and buy some beer, then we go  back to my house."

" But that would  take the fun out of it. Besides  my  grandmother  sent me 200 bucks today." Florence walked away before Lara could argue.

 By the time she had finished her third beer, her hands were trembling and her words  were starting to slur.

" Come on we're going home." Florence refused to budge, and threated to call the president.

" Fine, but when I  come back from the bathroom we're leaving."

 When she  got out of the bathroom, she saw Florence standing on top  of the table, singing at the top  of  her lungs. Lara took her arm and pulled her down from the table.

" Come on Dancing Queen we're going home."

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