HTTYD: You Don't Know the Meaning of "Nice"? (Hiccstrid)

Chapter 31

Astrid's P.O.V.

Her eyes widened as she looked around. Thankfully, I was hidden by the crowd. "Where are you?" she asks.

"Oh, Ingrid, do you really think I would pass this up? Think, where in this bar, is the place that I would most likely go to if I wanted to look cool and grown up?" I quiz.

"Hiding in the crowd are we? Why don't you come out on the dance floor and we can settle what ever you came here for like women?" she suggests.

"I think you mean, like teenager and slut," I say, trying to keep laughter out of my voice.

"Don't insult yourself," she says coolly.

"I'm used to it, after living with you," I reply, unphased. "Now were you talking about a dance battle, slap fight, or an actual rumble?" I ask.

"I'll let you chose. I can demolish you in any," she says.

"Really? Well, might I ask who grew up with a drug-dealer?" I ask.

"Get out here," she orders. I hang up and stuff my phone in my pocket before slamming my cup on the counter and strutting up to the floor. I pop my hip to the side, cross my arms, and look my mother up and down with blank eyes. She does the same, but I think eyes were mostly on me. 

"Worth It?" I request and she whirls her finger in the air before the song replays. 

I start by tiptoeing in place, moving my hips. When the words start, I grab the wrist of the nearest guy and start dancing with him in the sexiest way I can. I just didn't know that I started singing with the song. I slide my back down his body and he grabs my wrists before swinging me over his back, helping me twist in mid-air. He sings the males part and we just do dance moves that go with the lyrics. We stop as my mom starts singing, dancing with her own guy. Her voice was rough and raspy and she could barely mimic my tiptoeing. My partner pulled me close to his chest as we watched our opponents try to fight back. Of course it wasn't easy, and I pitied the young man that my mother roped into dancing with her. My guy and I start dancing again, making the other two pause and glare at us. I noticed the sweat dripping from Ingrid's partner's face as the man, that I pulled, lifted me and swung me under his arms before twisting my body into a flip. We pause, my back being pressed against his chest and him holding my wrist across my chest, as we glared at them. We kept singing the song, even when we weren't dancing. When the song finally ends, I ended with a spin into my partners arms and my leg shot to his side, causing him to hold my thigh and keep it in place as his other hand helped me keep my balance, on my mid back, and I wrapped one arm around his shoulders while putting my other hand on his chest. My mother tried to do the same, but I could tell her guy was having trouble supporting her. I wink at her with a smirk as my partner and I release each other and she storms off the dance floor.

I walked back to the bar and sat down before jumping as a voice sounds right next to me, "Can I buy you a drink?" I look to my right to see the guy I pulled into the dance battle.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry about that," I apologize before he laughs.

"It's fine! I can't remember when I had more fun," he says.

"Still, I never do stuff like that," I tell him.

"That's not how you act," he chuckles, "So how bout that drink?" I pause for a moment in thought.

"I guess I can go for a virgin Pina Colada," I say hesitantly.

"You're under 21, aren't you?" he asks with a smirk.

"Yes," I sigh. He lets out a soft side scoff.

"Yo, that's hot," he says before I let out a nervous laugh.

"What is?" I ask.

"That you can dance like that and be so young!" he says in amazement.

"If only my mental age was as young as my physical age," I sigh, taking a drink of the Pina Colada that was delivered to me.

"What's that mean?" he asks.

"Nothing important," I say. I take a glance around before seeing my mother with a beer in her hand. I snap my phone out and take a casual picture, hiding the phone behind the guys shoulder. I smirk as I look at it, clearly showing her face as she raised the mug to her lips.

"So what's your name?" he asks.

"Astrid. You?" I counter. 

"My name's...."

A/N: I'm sorry for the short chapter but I wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger!