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Dance With Me

The flashing of bright, colored lights and loud, raunchy music was enough to scare anyone who wasn't a total creep or another "erotic dancer."

Marie didn't like sugar-coating her job, but also wasn't fond of talking about it in the first place. Sliding around on a pole could be beautiful, but the majority of her customers didn't care about the art of the dance. They just wanted her naked. Fine.

As she unclipped the extensions in her hair, her boss walked up to her with a sorrowful look on his face. The flamboyant man was nearly impossible to upset, so naturally she was concerned, "Steven?"

"I am afraid that... YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO LOUISIANA DELTA BALLET!" He exclaimed wildly, grin bursting through as he waved an envelope around wildly before setting it gently in Marie's lap.

Marie's mouth made an "o" as she read the letter, "Oh my fucking god. I really did it!" Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, smile beaming brightly.

"I am going to miss you, Stevie-" Marie was cut off by a hushing finger, "Just because you're going to dance school and quitting this awful place doesn't mean you're getting rid of me. Not that easily, at least."

Marie smiled and playfully smacked his hand away, "God damn it Steve."

AN: starting off with a short chapter AKA im tired as shit

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