It's the gay dance battle you've all been fantasizing! Satans_Angelic_Demon
Erwin: Whatever. *sassy hip wiggle* Mike, you know what to do.
Mike: *nod*
MC Petra and Hani-G know their song of choice. In seconds the amps are blasting S, S, S & M, M, M! They're bending and bowing in perfect sync with the song. I love the feeling you bring to me! Oh you turn me on! Erwin licks his lips as Mike cups his rear and lifts him to his chest. It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong! Their fingers twine together and both bend backwards before bouncing apart in an impressive feat.
Levi: Hangi! Petra!
Hani-G/MC Petra: *nod*
Eren and Levi stand together, heads bowed, legs apart, ready. A muscle tics under Erwin's eye as he waits. Get jazzy on me.
Erwin: Oh no.
I'm that flight that you get on, international. Levi pulls a chair from behind him. First class seat on my lap girl- Eren hooks his legs around him, their chests pressed together- riding comfortable. Levi thrusts. Eren moans. Cause I know what the girls them need, New York to Haiti. Eren falls back, legs raising over Levi's shoulders. I got lipstick stamps on my passport- Jean hold the back of the chair tightly- makes it hard to read. He yanks it out from under Levi, but he doesn't fall. Levi stands, and with Eren turns a flip into a kiss. Been around the would, don't speak the language- all four boys line up, backs to Erwin and Mike- but your booty don't need explaining. They all cross arms, grabbing each others' rears and shaking those hips. All I really need to understand is. . . when you. . . talk dirty to me! It's twerk-magedon! Four fabulous bottoms all working- twerking- it! The crowd goes insane and it's clear who the winners are!
Levi: Get your sorry, loser asses out of here!
Erwin and Mike stalk out of the bar shamefully, never to return.
Levi: And you- Eren- dammit I love you. *makesout with Eren hardcore*
