One Piece of a Song

Paralyzer (KidLaw)

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should

There were a lot of things that Eustass Kid didn't like. Being taken away from his work was one, and being dragged to some bullshit nightclub was another. His best friend Killer knew this, yet he brought the ruby haired mechanic along with him anyway—stating that Kid had been working too much lately and needed a drink or two in his system.

Kid scoffed as he leaned against the blue lit bar, a tumbler of whiskey swirling in his tight grip. As soon as they entered the place, Killer ran off and left the redhead to find the bar alone.

Kid glanced over his shoulder at the dance floor, trying to find his soon to be ex-best friend amongst the mass of sweating dancers, all writhing against each other to horrible music that practically shook the building.

This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me

He found Killer soon enough. The blonde was grinding against some pink haired chick in booty shorts and suspenders.

Kid rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink.

Of course Killer would pick the most hipster piece of ass in the place to hit up. Why the fuck was Kid even here if he was just gonna be left stranded all night?

With a sigh the redhead finished off his drink and turned back to the bar, already digging into his pockets for his wallet to pay the bartender. Kid let out a groan as he came up empty, realizing that Killer must have grabbed his wallet to make sure he stayed longer.

With a snarl, Kid turned fully to the dance floor this time, ready to strip Killer down to his boxers if it meant finding some cash and getting out of there.

As he scanned the crowds, once more looking for the blonde, Kid's amber eyes caught on a lone dancer and froze on the male figure.

Feathery black hair messed perfectly from dancing fell into grey eyes rimmed with either makeup or sleep deprivation; Kid wasn't sure exactly which. Black tattoos raced up invitingly along glistening tan skin and disappeared beneath the man's tightly fitted black shirt which rode up at his slim waist, giving teasing glances at hip bones as sharp enough to kill. Black skinny jeans clung desperately to toned legs that went down for miles and dipped into heeled boots, making the man seem taller than his already lanky height.

Kid forgot about Killer all together and suddenly found it very difficult to swallow as he watched the man dance sensuously in his own little spot on the floor.

He had to grab onto the bar or else he'd run towards the dancer as fast as he could and—god he didn't even want to think about what he would do after that.

Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

The man seemed to have felt Kid's eyes on his body, and glanced up to find the source of the gaze.