awkward_afro my darling, this is for you. I'm so sorry it took so long. I hope you love it!
Music thumped through the room. It was dark except for the flashing neon lights. Sweat was dripping down my body as I tossed back a glass of water. Hydration is very important when you were dancing as much as I was.
The group gracing the floor now put most professional dancers to shame. The difference being that we were all here because we loved to dance, not because we were getting paid to do it."
"They are on fire tonight." The bartender's voice echoed in my ear. It was a struggle to hear over the roar of the crowd and the beat of the music so he was only inches away from me.
"Dynamite." I screamed back. He smiled and slid a shot across the bar to me. I turned it up and gulped it down in one sip. Once they were finished I was back on the floor.
"Hey, Jules." Someone called. I nodded in the general direction of the sound. So many people shouted my name here that I could barely tell them apart anymore. I had become a sort of staple for this bar. I was here every Friday and Saturday night, dancing my heart out until closing time.
"You going back out there?" The bartender asked as he refilled my water. He was tall, buff, intimidating to look at. He was also very gay. He wore a fishnet black shirt and leather pants, his hair was spiked and his nipples were pierced.
"Hell yeah."
He throws his head back and laughs. The music stops, the overhead lights turn on and cheers fill the room. Everyone is hyped to be here. The group of people that had been dancing head to the bar for refills on water and drinks and for a second to catch their breath.
I look around the bar. It's packed tonight. As it is every Saturday night. I see some regulars and some people that I don't recognize. One guy, in particular, catches my eye.
He's tall and lanky, wearing black trousers and a crisp, white button up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He looks almost posh. Not like he belongs here amongst the scantily clad women and the leather bound men. He catches me looking and raises his drink to me. I lift my water in a toast across the room and down it.
The music starts again, the lights dim, the floor begins to vibrate. This is my song. This is my time to dance.
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I have to admit right off that I don't know this song. Most people here don't seem to know it either but that isn't stopping them from shaking their bodies to the beat.
A crowd has gathered on the dance floor again and everyone is letting loose. An aroma of sweat and liquor is in the air, the air stale and smoke filled. However, none of that seems to matter to the people here. They are here for one reason only; to dance.
Guys around the room are taking their turns to grind with the women. But they all seem to be after one girl in particular.
Her blonde, curly hair falls down her back. She is dressed in a red top that exposes most of her midriff. Her jeans are tight and hug her in all the right places. Nevertheless, that isn't what has caught my attention.
The way she moves is hypnotic. Every move she makes is in tune with the beat of the music, as if the rhythm pulses through her veins. She is a force to be reckoned with and she cannot be stopped.
Many of the guys and girls have placed their hands on her hips, moving to the music with her, but she doesn't even seem to notice. Her eyes are closed, her hands above her head, feeling the electricity of the music in her body.
