Clubbin' Time *

[zeefie]

As he tried to chill out his friend, he noticed her growing closer but didn't mind it. She was probably uncomfortable as fuck. After all, she wasn't a social one, and most likely less of a dancer. He chuckled and acted goofy, putting on strange faces and wiggling hoping that maybe spawning some real laughter would help her calm down.

With a couple slower motions, he found himself whispering just over Zelda's ear. His breath was probably warm on her neck.

"You don't have to dance if you don't want." He pulled away, probably yelling more than actually whispering. However it was necessary in the center of the dance floor. He wasn't trying to be cold, and much less mean, he just didn't want his friend to feel obligated. Her facial expressions, though partially convincing, were still showing some dread. So Lucid backed away and hoped that she would be okay. Secretly, he wished that she would take his words as a challenge and start having real fun. That was probably out of character though.

He smiled warmly, a bit of his passive aggression more noticeable to him. Sighing, he lifted a brow.

Lucid, just have fun...If she doesn't want to dance, don't let it steam your broccoli.

He nodded, but it was then that he realized that for some reason he'd be having much more fun if Zelda were as well.

[Elise Fahyre]

"At least you're not a skank." Bo said. Elise laughed as she continued dancing. She listened to the music, which seemed to be getting louder, and continued to get her groove on. So to speak. Honestly, Elise could go on dancing all night, she had the stamina, and often her company would make her stay at the studio until three in the morning rehearsing for a weekend competition. Elise reached out for Bo's hand and held onto it lightly. She lifted it his arm up, and spun under it, sort of like a ballerina spin. She laughed afterwards it was just something silly that she had decided to do.

"Of course I'm not a skank!" She said lightly. "I never aspire to be one, and if I was, don't you think I'd show up to a club with something shorter than this on?" She hadn't taken offense and she said the whole statement light-heartedly. The song changed, still as loud, and still as beat filled. Just a different electronic tune or something like that.

Elise nodded her head looking at Bo. "Yes, I dance. I want to be a professional dancer. I'm on pointe in ballet, I'm in hip hop, jazz, modern, acro, and I dance lyrical as well. I'm a part of a winning competitive dance team at the studio I'm at--we almost always win first or second overall and in our divisions. I go away a lot of weekends to compete in competitions and I dance in the group numbers as well as solos And usually, if we have a ballet performance featuring the studio dancers, I'm one of the leads. But only because I'm dedicated and I spend a lot of the time at the studio." Elise listed off her dance schedule and routine as if she had repeated it a thousand times--which she had. "I don't care if I'm a ballet dancer in professional dance company, or a dancer in some famous persons concert tour. I just want to live the rest of my life dancing, and after that, maybe a dance teacher. I don't even know. I just really love dance..." She trailed off, it was a mouthful for her to list and she didn't want to sound like some sort of loser who was obsessed with her own dancing ability and she hadn't meant to gloat either. "Oh, and I'm a junior. Anyway, what about you Bo? What do you do? What grade are you in?" It was her turn to ask the questions now.

[zelda]

Ooc:Lucid, just have fun...If she doesn't want to dance, don't let it steam your broccoli.


^^That made me laugh. XDD




Bic: She couldn't help but laugh at his silly faces. It did help her lighten us a bit, and stop thinking about how awkward this whole thing was. She really wasn't the type of person who could do that easily though, and for a few seconds, she forgot about how awkward he was being, and didn't pay attention to the people around her. It was helping, although, when he whispered in her ear. She was reminded of the fact that she wasn't the best dancer in the world, and that was why she didn't go to clubs much. Well that and she didn't drink, but that was a whole other issue.

To her he sounded a bit frustrated with her, but she did tend to pick up things in peoples voices that weren't actually true. The fact that he was yelling really didn't help her determine if he was annoyed at her fail dancing skills, or if she was just over reacting. She wasn't going to be lame and say that she didn't want to dance with him. She really was enjoying herself there for a second, and she didn't want him to be upset with her. Generally she wouldn't have cared what he thought, but he was a friend, and she didn't like her friends being upset with her.

"No it's fine." She said, yelling over the music so she could be sure to be heard. She tried again this tie loosing up a little, but still not perfect. Smiling at him, unsure of what else to say, and well to say the least, she was having some fun, at least thinking about how stupid she looked, and his stupid faces made her laugh, and lighten ups a bit.

[Bo Costello]

Bo nodded, listening as she rambled on. He was only half listening, though, as he thought about the fact that she'd started to dance with him (the whole lifting his arm and spinning under it bit). But then he heard his name and snapped back to reality. "Senior," he said triumphantly, raising his arms in a Michael Flatley pose.

( upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2e/Flatley_alone_cropped.jpg/200px-Flatley_alone_cropped.jpg in case you don't know who Michael Flatley is.. that's what he's doing XD )

"And what do I like to do? Huh.. well... I mean this is gonna sound way cockier than it should be but I'm funny," he said awkwardly. There really was no not-cocky way to say that. You can't just call yourself funny.. but he just had.. "I mean.. like. I'm good with words? Yea. Lemme start over," he said and put his hands up. "Me and my brother wanna be comedians. Like, together. A duo act. So.. I dunno, I guess that's kinda what I do?" he had put his hand up behind his head and sorta stopped dancing, though he still swayed from side to side. "Fuck that, good with my words. Look at me, I'm a total train wreck," he joked, dropping his hands as he started to dance again.

Bo had never been good with words when it came to actually talking to someone. He had a fast tongue and he was quite witty, but actually talking about something to get a point across was where he struggled. He swallowed hard, thinking about what to ask her next. Or even if he should ask her anything at all. He kinda just wanted to dance.. but she seemed like quite the talker.

"So.. when do I get to dance with you?" he asked, a smile on his face as he shimmied towards her a bit.

[zeefie]

Lucid smiled, hoping that his playful rouse was stimulating some sort of comfort in his friend. So as she batted her eyelashes and played along, he felt a little more at ease as well. Though it wasn't his job, it was something he'd claimed to be. As the night progressed, it seemed that more people flowed into the club. Though it seemed to be early in the night, it was already pushing midnight. Lucid wasn't one to check the clock, after all, he just wanted to have fun and ignore the oncoming days of school and study. He needed to focus.

A bothersome sound began buzzing in his ear, it was something that brought him into a world of near silence. He watched the world flutter by, a whimpering sound of fading lights and faded bodies pumping themselves through masses of sound waves. He blinked what seemed once, and allowed himself to absorb the scene. With a flit of his finger, he began to zone further. Deeper, deeper and deeper. Until there was no light permeating through his eyes. It was all black.

He reopened his eyes after what seemed to be an incredibly long amount of time, but was only a matter of seconds in reality. He flashed his eyelids open and closed once more before the rush of sound took over his body again. He began to sweat, like he'd just woken from a nightmare. It sure felt that way. He allowed for the dream state to fizzle away from his fingertips and out of his body like a toxin. He had no clue what had happened, but when he returned his glance to the bar, the bartender had left.

He turned to face Zelda, his eyes bulging with a form of questionable intent. Things like this had been happening all too often. Strangely, he just choked it down and continued his life. There was no way he could be this insane. He lowered his head bashfully, noticing that he'd stopped dancing all together. His body was still, just standing, face peering down to his boots.

"Sorry, I'm a b-bit under the weather suddenly. " He stopped, pulled his glance away and pushed through the crowds of people. His voice was soft and reasonably shaky. He stepped towards where he'd let his jacket fall to the ground, the world seeming to vibrate beneath him. His vision was starting to change again, like viewing life from two rotating cameras. He needed to call his mothers...