nights like this, jean kirstein

𝟑. 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓

sorry this took so long!! school is starting up again and I've been super busy.
hope you enjoy :)  - cece

heads will roll - a trak remix - yeah yeah yeahs.

"Fine by me." You say, allowing Sasha to take your hand and guide you to the crowd.

She drags you out to where a large crowd dances, taking up almost the entirety of the living room and every other space available in the house.

The music is so loud and it's packed where you are, making you feel like you were in the pit at large concert.

Multicolored lights dance onto everybody's skin from the ceiling, revealing the distinct sway of hips against some stranger'scrotch and the smoke in your eyes from a thousand possible producers, floating around the room in thick wisps.

Everyone around you is focused on themselves in the music with zero thought of the surrounding people.

Drinks are held in the air and close to people's chests, the occasional splash of beer hitting your arm– but you couldn't care.

Your body feels light inbetween all these people as if they were to glide right through you when you made a wrong step to the side.

You're unable to recognize a single person dancing around you other than your best friend who jumps up and down with everybody else.

Sasha dances in front of you, running her hands through a mess of deep auburn hair. Her face is changing colors every passing minute and you can't help but watch whenever you weren't in your own trance.

Drunken bodies around you move with the music, the bopping of your head and pulsing eardrums slowly turning into a headache– It felt louder in the crowd than it had been before now that all your senses have been heightened to an extreme.

It's hot, too. Not only sexually, but temperature wise. People dance on one another, makeout, sweat.

Hair sticks to skin like glue and smells of different colognes and perfumes fill the air in a desperate attempt to cover up B.O and weed.

It fails, as usual– but the smell of marijuana dominates everything else in the house no matter where you stand.

Lost is the only way you could describe yourself at this moment, all the cares in your body have exited at a point long ago and now you were left with your hyper body, Sasha paying no attention to her surroundings behind you and a face making his way through the crowd of people. . . towards you.

When you blinked, you could suddenly makeout his face.

It's Jean. A t-shirt covers his once shirtless torso, the only way you've seen him in the past 24 hours.

He stares you up and down tenderly, taking in the curve of your body as you dance. You wanted to ask him what he wanted, but couldn't speak without screaming.

Jean moves his head to the music, body coming in after a minute. Nothing too extreme– but bouncy with every other guy.

You raise an eyebrow at him, suspicious of his current endeavor.

His face doesn't tell you much, as per usual but there's something in his eyes as he looks at you the way that he does right now. You've never seen him look at anyone like this.

You take it in you to move closer to him, and his arms reach out and hold onto your waist.

Jean nods, letting you know that what you did was right. His hands slide down the sides of your thighs, but he doesn't pinch or grip– just feels his way around before putting his hands back where they were before.