The atmosphere somehow lightened up when Joe kept on singing and dancing along on his seat to the slow songs while he was eating. The beer also helped loosen up the tight atmosphere, but it did not wash Patrick out of my mind and out of my whole system.
The food tasted a whole lot better with the butter beer. I'm about to finish my huge glass of beer and milkshake and I'm starting to feel my kinetic energy bouncing around my veins, begging for me to exhaust them.
So far, another good thing about the beer was it today brought down Patrick's baby bitch attitude. He's engaged in talking to us just like how it normally used to be like.
We're all laughing, our faces flushed from doing so and everyone and everything was beautiful.
Especially Patrick.
Huh.
I blinked as I caught myself looking at Patrick in such a way that I couldn't bring myself to admit to myself yet, because he's my best friend and, well, he hates me for whatever reason...
"Y/N!" Patrick's voice snapped me back to the present.
I blinked at him and felt my cheeks go warmer. Goddamit.
"I asked if you like me." Patrick plainly and drunkenly said.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. "In what way?" I asked, having no idea how I'm going to handle this.
"All sorts of ways." He slurred. "This way, that way, here way, there way — aaalll the way." A giggle stumbled out of his mouth afterwards.
I giggled too, because I found him adorable and dumb and sweet. I was about to answer when I caught on the familiar swampy, dance-y strings of the song, "You Never Can Tell" by Chuck Berry and Jerome Patrick Hoban. That's the song used in the "the twist" contest in the movie Pulp Fiction, which Mia and Vincent danced to.
My eyes lit up and I felt my blood rush in excitement. I have to dance to this.
"Guys! It's the twist song!" I yelled.
"Hell yeah!" Pete exclaimed as he excitedly wiggled on his spot.
"Let's dance to this one, nerds." Andy cooly said as he slapped the table and stood up.
"Come ooonnn you drunkstersss." Joe slurred and giggled as he also stood up and slid out of the couch
The rest of us stood up and slid out of the couch, slowly making our way out of the booth, the alcohol immediately swirled our brains around, to keep ourselves from stumbling down and planting our faces in the ground.
As we made our way to the colorful dancefloor, we began to dance. I swayed my hips together with my arms, imitating Mia Wallace. I stretched my leg, pointing my toe to the dancefloor and skipped, twirling around and let loose to the rhythm of the song.
"Yeaaahh!! Go, Y/N!" Pete yelled, clapping and laughing like a drunken seal.
I winked at him and continued with my dancing. Joe was suddenly in front of me, swiping his v-formed fingers over and across his eyes. I giggled and moved my hands up and down and shook my head sideways as if I'm running. Joe also mimicked my dance move which made the two of us laugh.
I glanced at my side and saw Pete and Andy seem to really have fun awkwardly dancing with Patrick, which I love. The dancing, I mean. Not Patrick.
Soon, people began to fill the dancefloor and Joe was replaced with Patrick.
"I don't wanna battle with you, Patty. I just wanna dance." I yelled at him over the loud music.
