Your lover left you Broke up tonight My lover's busy Kissin' other guys, oh We're both alone now Tears in our eyes I know the perfect way To waste our time
We're lonely dancers Join me for the night We're lonely dancers, baby Dance with me so we don't cry
Wait, stop Forget that guy He don't know love I hope he dies Get (get) back (back) up (up) We'll be alright Tonight, you're mine (tonight, you're mine) (Tonight, you're mine, tonight, you're mine) We're lonely dancers
There's no need to hide (oh)
I know the answer, baby
Dance with me so we don't cry
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Sitting at the bar, a tipsy Scaramouche strikes up conversation with the pretty girl who just sat down next to him. Something he doesn't usually do, engaging in small talk... but he admired the way you fiercely ordered a shot of firewater once you sat down. It's been an hour since, and he now knows that your lover left you, just broken up tonight.
"Well my lover's busy," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "Kissing other guys..." You laugh at his situation, and he mocks yours, but nothing can change the fact that you're both alone now. You stop laughing and stare down into your drink, letting out a quiet sigh. He might be slightly drunk, but he can see the tears in your eyes, no matter how much you try to blink them back. He doesn't know why, but seeing you cry over a loser who dumped you (over text, no less!) didn't sit right with him. Putting his glass down, Scaramouche gets up, holding a hand out to you with a cheeky grin, something that rarely graces his face.
"Well then, crybaby." he teases lightly. "I know the perfect way to waste our time." You look up and wipe your eyes, scowling as you take his hand, stumbling slightly as he pulls you out into the mass of people in the dance floor. "Just stick with me." he murmurs, reaching out to hold your waist to pull you away from crashing into a couple. He stops at a less crowded place, satisfied. "Lonely dancers." he jokes, brushing your hair from your face. "Join me for the night?" You laugh, taking his invitation as you unconsciously lean into his touch. "Dance with me so we don't cry."
As the night passes by, you find that the time you spend with Scaramouche takes your mind off that shitty break up. It's almost as if it never happened, you haven't been so happy, haven't smiled so hard since the afternoon. "Forget that guy." he mutters, twirling you as you giggle. "He don't know love, treating a goddess like his toy. He should be worshipping you, princess." Fingers catching around your waist as he pulls you close, head tilted, cheeks tinted pink with the flush of alcohol.
"I really hope he dies." you mumble, admiring Scaramouche standing so close to you. He laughs, dragging a finger along your jaw. "Violent. I think we'll be alright..." holding your chin, he tilts your head around with an amused grin. "Tonight, you're mine."
27.07.24
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really short chap! not my proudest work but getting rlly busy gotta start locking in for exams 😭
mb ill write another one soon :3 any song recs?
ty for the votes and the reads holy shit it means sm ily guys WE'RE AT A 100+ READS??? 💗
