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It's fucking painful to watch Fisher dance on my counter for two reasons.
One, he's getting my counter all damn messy 'cause he's kicking the shit that's in his way.
And two, he's a fucking awful dancer.
Compared to River, at least. Who, by the way, is dancing on the opposite counter. I hate to admit it, but River can dance like there's no tomorrow.
It's harder to look away from them than I imagined, but when my eyes connect with Alia's from the other side of the room, through the crowd of people, I don't care to look anywhere else.
She sits with Frannie on the black sofa that's against the wall, a red solo cup in hand like this is a fuckin' frat.
I reach her quickly, glaring at Frannie to move over. She does so while flicking me off. I sit next to Alia, and flick her cup. "You're drinking?"
She grins. "Oh, yeah."
I tilt my head. "Oh, really?"
"Yep," she states. "I'm a big, big drinker, didn't ya know?"
I take the cup from her hand, and knock back what's definitely not alcohol. "Water. Good girl," I hand the cup back to her.
She pokes my shoulder. I don't even know why.
Frannie finishes whatever is in her glass. "You sure you don't want a real drink, babe?"
Alia shakes her head. "I'd prefer to keep my lips, tongue, throat, and stomach far, far away from alcohol."
Frannie nods in understanding. "Don't want to go down that road?"
"Nope," Alia responds. "I watched my momma go down that road, and I know a single tiny little bit of alcohol probably, most likely, won't get me addicted, but you never know." She shrugs, starting to play with the ends of her---fucking gorgeous---dress.
I lay my hand over hers to stop her from picking at her dress.
She looks up at me. For a moment, the music, the people, everything around me is gone, except for her. "Dance with me?"
I'm an even worse dancer than Fisher, but the light in her eyes stops me from telling her no. "Always," I murmur.
"Gross," Frannie mumbles before getting off the couch. I don't know where she went, and I don't care.
I take a better hold of Alia's hand, and let her lead me to the crowd of people. A song is playing, and she's singing along to it. I only know what song it is because I'm watching her lips mouth the lyrics.
She lets go of my hand and begins to move her hips to the beat. I stand there, simply watching her, like a fucking deer in headlights.
She's so goddamn captivating, in that red dress, with that light from her eyes spreading along her face.
