𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 - 𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴄᴀʀᴄᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴄᴀʀᴄᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʙᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

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I was sitting with Carol at the table, playing cards with her and her girls, as we watched the cookies, making sure they didn't do anything smart.

"Rec time!" Hellman called out.

"Creech, Brock, Badison, and Tang go." Carol announced, never looking up from her cards. The girl nodded, getting up, but Badison stood her ground with a look of disbelief from the table.

"Hey! What about Ms. Sunshine Sugar Britches over here?" She pointed it out, giving me a hard look. Badison always hated me when I first joined Carol's gang since I got a lot of attention from Carol.

Me and her started dating not long ago, but obviously in secret since she one didn't want to seem weak and two didn't want Barbra to find out and try to plan a hit on me. It was sweet to know she cared.

But I knew I could take care of myself, despite my calm nature.

"Are you fucking questioning me?" Carol sneered up at the plump blonde.

"No but-"

"Exactly what she does is none of your business, so get your pasty white ass into that rec room," Carol said with a pointed glare, and Badsion nodded, scurrying away, but not before giving me another glare.

I rolled my eyes and placed my cards down.

"Hey, Care; maybe I should go. I mean, maybe I could find a way to get Luschek to update the dance class better," I informed her.

She raised a brow and gave me a slight side eye. She knew about my little dance career before I was incarcerated, and she also knew I wanted to join the dance class.

"They're not going to change the rules, doll. This place is a shithole. We don't deserve stuff like that," she said.

"Hey, if Chapman can bring back kickball, who's to say I can't change the dance class and make it more fun for the inmates here?" I replied.

She let out a deep sigh and placed her cards down.

"You're too pure for this place," she mumbled, and I rubbed the back of my neck, hiding my small smile.

"Fine, but if you see any Dick Block bitches,"

"Run back here as fast as I can. I know, thanks, Care," I said, squeezing her hand in acknowledgement before getting up and walking towards Rec, missing the small smile on her face while I walked out of the gates.

I walked through the halls, hearing the sounds of chatter and small music coming from the rec room. When I got in, I saw C and D blocks following the lead of Luschek's dances.

I feel bad for him because he's so kind, despite being a CO, and he tried his best to make good dances for both blocks, but they just ridicule him all the time.

I stepped in and caught the eye of Creech. She smirked and tapped Badison on the shoulder, pointing her in my direction. When Badison saw me, she smirked and walked up to me, her girls following after her.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here, Ms. Sunshine," she said loudly, catching everyone else's attention in the room. She always had to have a loud mouth.

"Hi Badison," I said calmly.

"Funny seeing you here; I thought you would be clinging to Carol like a rotten leech," she snickered out.

"Your the same exact way," I snapped back, and she gave me a glare, stepping closer towards me, but I held my ground firmly.

"What did you say?"

"You heard what I said? Now I'm not trying to start any trouble; I'm just trying to dance the stress away and not worry about people like you."

"Well, then show us what you got," she challenged, her smirk forming again.

"Fine," I said with the same challenging look. I walked up to the front and reached my hand out.

"May I?" I said, giving him a slightly pleading look, and he let out a deep sigh and gave me the phone. I gave him a thankful look and typed in the song before putting the phone down.

I tied my long hair into a high ponytail and waited for the beat to come.

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(ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ)

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

When I was finished, cheers flooded the whole room, and I smiled, giving a slight bow.

"You have amazing moves, L/N," Luschek said. I laughed and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

"Thanks. I have been dancing since I was four years old, but I didn't really come here to show off. I also came here to ask that since Chapman brought kickball back, I was wondering if maybe we can use real music for the dance classes and if we could maybe come up with a choreography for the kickball championship?."

"Hmm, I'll see what the warden thinks about this, but until then, you can lead the way."

"Thank you!" I said it with excitement, and everyone cheered with me.

"Alright, inmates, rec time is over. See you guys tomorrow." As we all started to leave the room, I heard a voice behind me.

"Not bad, L/N," Badison said, walking beside me. I sighed and rolled my eyes a little, hearing the sarcasm in her voice.

"Thanks, Badison," I said back with a fake smile.

"Nice moves, baby doll." Me and Badison snapped our heads to the sound and saw Carol leaning against the wall with a smirk.

I felt a blush cloud up my cheeks, and I held my hands behind my back, rocking on my feet.

"Oh, thanks, Carol."

I used her real name, knowing how much she hated it when I used her nickname around people.

"Yes, we crushed it!" Badison laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

Me and Carol exchanged annoying glances, and I shrugged her arm off of me and walked away with Carol, hearing Badison make jokes behind us.

"I still wonder why you picked her as your right hand," I whispered to her.

"She's got her moves, Doll, just like you have yours," she said.

"Now that I've seen what I needed to see, let's see how those hips move in the bed," she whispered in my ear. I felt my face heat up as she gave me a wide smirk and walked off to C-block.

"Come on, doll!" She called out, and I raced after her without hesitation.

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