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The blaring music overcame your senses. Slightly blurred vision made the dancers look like colourful blobs, swaying left to right. Instead of dancing like many others, you chose to stick close to the wall and observe. It was fascinating, watching the fluent movements, bodies in sync with the beat. Doing fast, repetitive movements. Elegant and cunning, never sloppy. It seemed as though they weren’t getting tired at all, amazingly.
Taking a sip of your cup of tequila, you looked all about, feeling as though someone were watching you. Slowly, you met the gaze of emerald eyes. Staring at the many hues of green in those livid eyes, rather prominent eyebrows furrowed together, as if in deep thought.
It seemed as though he was looking right past you- instead of at you, which irritated you for reasons you didn’t want to admit. Unconsciously narrowing your eyes at him, it seemed as though that caught his attention, shiny eyes staring bewildered towards you for a second- then shifted to a darker shade of green.
The man smiled gently, but his eyes had a devilish glint which made your stomach shift in an uncomfortable way. Urgently breaking the heated gaze, you surveyed his attire. He had blonde hair, though it was a bit- if not very- messy. He was dressed formal, a tuxedo, which really complimented him. It had a shiny but smooth texture- classy, and had shoulder pads (you snickered and failed to hide your amusement).
The blonde looked calm, but his fingers itched to grab ahold of you- anyone- to dance with. Maybe there was something else in his desire of physical contact.
Snapping out of your reverence, you looked quick to the dance floor. Laughter and loud chatter rang in your ears, almost omniscient, as you listened longer. Sighing, you relaxed your gaze to the ground, resting your eyes close. Using your hearing to find the odd things out- a woman yelling near the corner, probably at someone dear to her- or used to be, at least. The clinging of cups and cheering, stomping of the feet in excitement. The tapping of shoes in the mass of the centre floor.
Heavy footsteps alerted you back to your senses. Adrenaline pumping, you lifted your head up quickly, nearly hurting your neck in the process. Again, you meet the gaze of those hypnotic emerald eyes.
“May I have this dance?”
Taking a sip of your cup of tequila, you looked all about, feeling as though someone were watching you. Slowly, you met the gaze of emerald eyes. Staring at the many hues of green in those livid eyes, rather prominent eyebrows furrowed together, as if in deep thought.
It seemed as though he was looking right past you- instead of at you, which irritated you for reasons you didn’t want to admit. Unconsciously narrowing your eyes at him, it seemed as though that caught his attention, shiny eyes staring bewildered towards you for a second- then shifted to a darker shade of green.
The man smiled gently, but his eyes had a devilish glint which made your stomach shift in an uncomfortable way. Urgently breaking the heated gaze, you surveyed his attire. He had blonde hair, though it was a bit- if not very- messy. He was dressed formal, a tuxedo, which really complimented him. It had a shiny but smooth texture- classy, and had shoulder pads (you snickered and failed to hide your amusement).
The blonde looked calm, but his fingers itched to grab ahold of you- anyone- to dance with. Maybe there was something else in his desire of physical contact.
Snapping out of your reverence, you looked quick to the dance floor. Laughter and loud chatter rang in your ears, almost omniscient, as you listened longer. Sighing, you relaxed your gaze to the ground, resting your eyes close. Using your hearing to find the odd things out- a woman yelling near the corner, probably at someone dear to her- or used to be, at least. The clinging of cups and cheering, stomping of the feet in excitement. The tapping of shoes in the mass of the centre floor.
Heavy footsteps alerted you back to your senses. Adrenaline pumping, you lifted your head up quickly, nearly hurting your neck in the process. Again, you meet the gaze of those hypnotic emerald eyes.
“May I have this dance?”
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AMAZING!!! I love it X3