ᖇн𝐘т𝓗𝓶 𝑎𝑛𝑑 Ʀɨ⩔♬ɭƦƴ 【𝗝-𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰】

EPISODE-13

Both of you made your way to the dance floor, the smell of food mingling with the beat of the loud music that pulsed through the room. The energy around you was infectious—a blend of excitement and anticipation as the crowd moved to the rhythm. You and Irene found a good spot, close enough to the center but with enough space to let loose.

Without hesitation, you both started to dance, letting the music take over. Irene's moves were fluid and carefree, her laughter echoing as she spun and twirled. You followed her step by step, letting the tension from earlier melt away with each beat. The rhythm guided you, the lights flashing in sync with your movements as the two of you immersed yourselves in the moment, the rest of the room fading into the background.

You let yourself go entirely, the music pumping through your veins as you surrendered to the beat. The pounding rhythm drowned out any lingering thoughts, and you danced without a care, completely in tune with the energy of the room. For once, you had no intention of being wary of others or holding back. The freedom of the moment enveloped you, and you moved with unrestrained joy, letting the music dictate your every step.

Irene cheered you on, her own dance becoming even more exuberant as she fed off your energy. The two of you laughed, spun, and danced as if nothing else mattered. The lights flashed in time with the beat, and the rest of the room faded into a blur. All that existed was the music, the movement, and the pure exhilaration of letting go.

In the midst of your carefree dancing, Irene suddenly paused, her phone vibrating in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from joy to slight concern.

IRENE: [leaning in close to your ear to be heard over the music] I've got to take this call! I'll be right back, okay?

Before you could respond, she gave you a quick, reassuring smile and then exited the dance floor, weaving through the crowd as she brought the phone to her ear. You watched her go for a moment, feeling the shift in the energy around you, but the music kept pulling you back in.

Left on your own, you hesitated briefly, glancing around the room before deciding to keep dancing, the beat too irresistible to ignore.

In the dimly lit inner rooms, away from the blaring music, Irene stared at the caller ID once more, her initial smile fading into an annoyed expression. She took a deep breath and answered the call, her tone already hinting at frustration.

IRENE: [picking up the phone] Hey.

CALLER: [cheerful, but slightly hesitant] Irene, how are you? I—

IRENE: [cutting in abruptly] What do you want?

The irritation in her voice was unmistakable, and she stood with her back against the wall, trying to keep her composure as she waited for the caller's response.

CALLER: [sounding regretful] Listen, Irene, can we—

IRENE: [sighing deeply, cutting them off] I told you not to call me ever again.

The weight of her words hung in the air, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes for a brief moment. The frustration and hurt from the conversation were evident in her voice, even as she tried to stay composed.

CALLER: [with a hint of desperation] Where are you?

IRENE: [firmly] With my friends, enjoying college. Something you could've been a part of too.

Her voice was steady but tinged with a sharp edge, reflecting the distance and disappointment she felt. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, the dim lighting around her adding to the weight of the conversation.

CALLER: [pleading] I know, but I can't, just listen to me.

IRENE: [frustrated] I don't have time for this right now. I have had enough of you.

Her tone was final, a mix of hurt and resolve, as she tried to keep her emotions in check while standing alone in the quiet, dimly lit room.

As Irene spoke, the distant chants and excited voices from the main area of the party grew louder, catching her attention. Her curiosity piqued; she wrapped up the call with a terse, "I have to go," and ended the conversation abruptly.

Hastily, she pocketed her phone and hurried back toward the dance floor, her steps quickening as she moved through the inner rooms. As she emerged into the vibrant, bustling party area, the chants and cheers became clearer, drawing her closer to the center of the action.

WE WANT DANCE OFF! WE WANT DANCE OFF! WE WANT DANCE OFF!!

TO BE CONTINUED.

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