"Keep lookin' at me like that and I might get the wrong idea."
It was love at first punch. Seriously. You had a strict routine of dancing your worries of grad school away at the local club every Goth Night when it was possible, letting you...
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BEST IFREAD ON DARK MODE
ON THE SMALLEST AND A SANS FONT.
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LIGHTS and MUSIC blare through the club, and you swing your arms to the rhythm of the music. Letting the mellow tones of rich and deep sounds take you away, feed into your buzz with every swing of your hip and sway of your arm in the hypnotizing motions. You wanted the music to carry you away if it were possible, not caring about anyone else in the club around you; only the invading pleasure on your ears and mind that thumped your heart in a shuttle rush.
A black cat you were. Matching the music on this night. Anyone can dance to music but you know how to feel it, how to live in the goth music. Hands up and down in the air, swinging and twirling your arms to the bass-heavy music, breathing nearly on cue to each beat; letting your long, ruffled black dress sway with you with each turn. It neatly clung to you, swooping down with your body and hand a single slit down the left side despite the ruffles being flared at your ankles. At your bust, the neck was low, so low you saw the lace of your fancy bra worn specially for your night out. The tight, but fitted corset pushed your breast out pleasantly. Your sleeves to the dress were also a factor to be considered as the material, flared at your wrist to hang like ripped lingen, gave another reason to take a second glance back at you with every turn you took on black heeled boots.
The local club held these nights called Goth Night where all the best of trad goth music was played, bringing in crowds of veteran goths to new baby bats, and the accidental walk-in who had no idea what they were walking into. It was a community you were happy to be a part of frequently every week, to get away from what curse you called life, and slip into an environment where everyone equally wanted the same thing. And that was just to feel alive.
And that made you love life, love the music, love the feelings it could bestow upon you.
However, it all changed when you bumped into a lost man.
