In Loving

Chapter 2: Happiness Is

Day 6553.

I got this feeling. Inside my bones. It goes electric, wavy, when I turn it on...

"Ew, who put this song on the playlist? It's a club, not high school prom."

"Jesus, Kristen. Lighten up, it's a good song. I like it."

Voices. Voices, voices voices. Distinct yapping. It's so loud. There are about seven giant speakers blasting the music. The D.J. seems to enjoy going deaf.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere, dressed in flashy colors. Leopard. Gold. Stripes. Dazzling silver. Sparkly high heels and glow stick necklaces. Miniskirts. Cropped tops.

Lights. Oh yes, definitely lights. Green light. Red light. Yellow light. Blue light. Purple light. White light from smartphones. Selfies. I wonder how many pictures I've already photobombed tonight.

White teeth form smiles. Stained teeth smoke cigarettes on the sidelines. No teeth crash the booze table like I am. Red cups are unevenly laid out, with a questionable substance inside them. Strange yellowish color, perhaps drugged. I take one anyways.

There's a mix of perfumes, colognes, and sweat in the air. The stench is mediocrely bad, but I down a red cup and invade the dance floor. People I may or may not know pat me on the shoulder as I pass, all in an uproar.

I can't stop the feeling, so just dance, dance, dance...

I wave my arms in the air like everyone else and add some hip movement. I close my eyes and just block everything except the music out. My body suddenly has a mind of its own because hell, I'm not thinking about anything else right now.

"DAMMNN LADY. YOU GOT SOME GOOD MOVES."

Oxygen goes back to my brain to interpret the words. I look at the guy who commented and smirk at him, not saying anything. I keep dancing.

"Oh? I just got ignored ehh?" He says it as if he has never been ignored before, but I guess it's quite plausible. He has a really strong physique, and his jawline is really refined. In other words, he is very freaking attractive.

"Perhaps." I reply in monotone, keeping up the disinterest. He might think I'm playing hard to get, but in all honesty, I'm really just not interested.

"Well, nobody ignores Flaming Ed after they see his moves. Move over." He looks at me determinedly. I stand in place until he smirks as well. "Come on, you scared already for my moves?"

My cockiness kicks in by instinct. "Ha. As if." I scoot over slightly.

So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine...

He starts dancing, and as big as my ego is, I have to admit he is pretty damn good. He moves swiftly and has an amazing balance, which draws a crowd. He finishes the stanza with a backflip, and points at me.

"Have a go, princess."

The crowd roars. "FLAMING ED! FLAMING ED!"

I can't stop the... I can't stop the... I can't stop the...

I let my body take over as my mind again and let go. I give all control to my limbs and then wait to become astonished even by myself at all the things the human body is capable of. My movements brush a breeze underneath me, and the crowd cheers thunderously again. Taking advantage of my flexibility, I also do a backflip. Midair, I really feel like I'm flying. I take a mental note to do another one later when I am more drunk, and land in a split. I point at Ed, and he laughs. The crowd goes crazy wild for the millionth time tonight.