First attempt at songstuck. No, I don't ship Dirk/Roxy or Jake/Roxy. I just thought it was a cute idea. c: Enjoy~
"Her eyes rung true, her one-word shirt now stabbing sparkling blue
And her name is a barely flickering flame
Oh Roxy, don't you love me?
Is it because I'm American?
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants"
Roxy – Ludo.
The bass in the club boomed to where the lyrics weren't audible as you, a young Dirk Strider, sat back and sipped your Jack Daniels. Your eyes were trained on your friend of many years, Roxy Lalonde. You were surprised she hadn't vomited yet. Then again, she did start drinking at thirteen and you are now currently twenty-five. Damn, it's been a while. But, even when she was drunk, her hungry eyes spoke for her. And they currently wanted another blue-berry vodka shot, tinted with blue dye.
Annnnnnd she missed her mouth, spilling the blue liquid all over shirt with the word 'SXEY' outlined in the white across her chest. She must've done it when she was drunk. The blue stain seemed to fill every crook of the misshaped letters of the misspelled word.
You sneer as your best bro pulls the drunken girl to the dance floor. That was supposed to be you dancing with her. Not Jake. Why didn't Roxy love you? It must be Jake's stupid accent. Him and his dumb island speak. While you just have a Texan accent. Also known as the typical American accent.
What the hell was Jake doing? He must be drunk. His arms are wrapped around both Roxy and Jane grabbing their breasts with his hands. Holy shit, maybe you should take lessons from him because the girl's don't even mind. And there was what had you dying a bit. Jake was behind Roxy practically dry humping her. Oh dear lord. That's it. You gave up on this abuse. Your eyes meet hers from across and you give a shake of your head, downing the rest of your drink and leaving the club. 'Oh Roxy, Don't you love me?'
Well, this failed horrendously. Eeyup.