"What are we doing here again?" Chase groaned, head sinking to the table as he looked through the glass of his drink. His friend, Zuma, who had been staring at the all the dancers in the night club, glanced over at him.
"We are hewe, because you need to lighten up. You've been so obsess with being dumped by Skye, you'we pwactically a stick in a mud lately." He said, sipping his drink and letting his chocolate brown hair fall across his forehead as he tilted his head. Chase merely mumbled at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, and gave a wary glance towards the dance floor.
"But this is your scene, Zuma. Not mine. Why did you bring me here when you know I don't like night clubs?" He asked, giving Zuma a small glare. Zuma shrugged.
"Because you needed to get out. Besides, maybe this will be good fow you. You nevew know who you might meet." He said, wiggling an eyebrow in Chase's general direction. Scoffing, the man rolled his eyes.
"Are you saying that going to a night club is the only way to meet someone?" Chase asked.
"Not at all," Zuma said, shaking his head. "But like I said, you need to loosen up a bit. And who knows, maybe you'll get laid tonight."
Chase choked on his drink, while Zuma continued to observe the dance floor. After a few minutes and getting concern looks from strangers, Chase was finally able to breathe and glared at his best friend, with a small pink strip of blush going across his face. Not noticing this, nor did he really care, Zuma started to perk up when he heard the DJ announce something over the speaker.
"Hey, wemembew when I told you about two new dancews here?" Zuma questioned.
"Yeah?" Chase said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, thewe they awe." Zuma said, pointing towards the center of the dance floor. Following along with his finger, Chase slowly turned to look at the dancers Zuma mentioned and...
His draw practically dropped.
There were two dancers, as Zuma had said, but the once Chase was focusing on was wearing a genie-style like outfit, red, along with a see-through mask covering the bottom of the dancer's face. Despite the feminine wear, though, Chase could plainly tell that underneath that skimpy outfit was a guy, and while Chase never really had a problem with people attracted to the same sex, Chase himself liked only females.
So it was amazing how this dancer, dressed the way he is, manage to make Chase question his sexuality.
He was pretty. Very, very pretty. Midnight black hair cut short, sparkling blue eyes, and skin as white as snow, which was covered by cherry red clothing that lingered with a bit of gold. As he say his hips to the beat, in rhythm with his partner, who, in contrast with the white-skin beauty who was wearing red, was wearing green, his eyes sparkled with life, his footing seemly moving through thin air, and as he and his partner continued to dance around each other, each movement that they made seemed flawless. Like they have done this a hundred times over.
Chase was in a trance, and, as he looked over at Zuma, who had been eyeing the green outfit wearing male, he knew he was too.
The two dancers continued to tip toe around the dance floor, movements fluid, and yet Chase couldn't help but feel like there's something very sexual in the way they dance. It wasn't like they were grinding against each other or anything, which was a fairly common way to dance in a club, but they way slowed down their hips, twirl around, and bend their bodies in a certain way, it almost unreal and yet, very inviting to those who were watching them very closely, and oh, Chase was. And so was Zuma.
When the music ended, the two dancers stopped, hardly out of breath, as the crowd that surrounded them cheered. When the red dancer looked up at Chase, he felt his heart stopped as well as his breathing. The two continued to stare at each other, one asking who and the other inviting him to come closer, before the man in green whispered something into the red dancer's ear, causing them to nod, and walk away. Before they left the area though, the red dancer looked back at Chase, gave him a wink, and walked away. The green dancer just smiled politely at Zuma, gave a small wave, and the two were out the door.
Chase blinked.
"Wow..." Was all he said. "Who were they?"
Zuma shrugged.
"Nobody knows. I've been twying to dig out some diwt on them, but nothing." He said. "Why? Intewested?"
Chase looked back at the dance floor.
"Yeah. You could say that."
A/n: Likewise with the Halloween fanfic, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Yet, the idea is based around a song I've long forgotten, Into The Night, by Santana featuring Chad from the band, Nickelback (my favorite group. I don't care WHAT you people say about Nickelback, there songs have meaning for the most part). Heck, if all else fails, and I still have nowhere to go with this, I might put it up for adoption, if anyone else is interested.