Shake Senora: Sal

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by -inspirare

by -inspirare

"Shake, shake, shake, senora. Shake it left and right. Work, work, work, senora, right into my ride!"

You were drunk again. Swinging your head back and forth in the middle of Sal's living room as he watched you carefully, making sure you wouldn't hurt yourself by tripping over his coffee table or slamming your head into the column holding part of the breakfast bar. His eyes widened watching you lift the whisky bottle to your lips once more, even though he'd taken t away from you three times before this.

"(Y/N), I think that's enough for tonight," he soothed, taking it gently from your hands and pushing the hair from your face.

"C'mon, S-" you hiccuped, "al! Why won't you dance with me?" A pout made its way onto your face, creasing the tired lines in your face.

Sal watched you, shaking his head slightly, "You wanna dance? How about you shake it right into my room."

This got your attention. "Oh, really?" You asked, putting your hand on his chest.

"I'm serious," he smiled. "I'll be right behind you."

You began doing embarrassing dance moves, making him chuckle as he followed you down the hall. But when you got to his room and opened the door, he shut it behind you-- locking you inside.

"This isn't what I wanted!" You whined, crossing your arms even though he couldn't see you.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he sang, laughing as he held the door in place. You tried for half an hour, but it wouldn't budge. So, you passed out on his bed around one in the morning.

**Yo, I'm sorry this is so short. I have been spending so long trying to figure out exactly how to do this song and incorporate it in a way that seemed fitting, with it still being SFW (because let's face it, Pitbull is always saucy). So, there you go. I'm sorry if it didn't live up to your expectations :(

-inspirare<3