Time frame: Years after "From Dead to Worse"
Disclaimer: I don't have claim on any characters in the Sookie Universe. Please don't sue me. The other characters are my own creation and just wanted to play with them for a while.
Oh this fic may or may not contain spoilers from Reunion. Mwahahaha! I guess you'll just have to read the whole thing to find out. I love being naughty!
A/N: I was in an extremely goofy mood today so I figured what the hey- one shot time! Plus, I've been reading a lot of soul searching, heart wrenching fan fics lately. What is up with THAT?
This whole story was inspired by the montage sequence at the end of the movie Xanadu- the plot was terrible, the fashion was even worse and the mythology behind the muses were horribly off. Despite everything though, Olivia Newton-John still rocks in my book. I don't know. I have a perverse attraction to movies where the actors are required to roller skate to disco music.
This story is about friendship and as being such I dedicate this story and the image of Eric to my best gal pal EricDreamer who is feeling a little under the weather today. Enjoy, baby!
Songs in this chapter include "Got to be real" by Cheryl Lynn, "Ring my Bell" by Anita Ward, "Boogie Man" by KC and the Sunshine Band, "Last Dance" by Donna Summer, "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor, "Your Sweetness is my Weakness" by Barry White and of course "Dancing Queen" by Swedish singing sensation ABBA in honor of our Viking.
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Girls night out has become a staple for us ladies to the chagrin of the men in our lives. I've never been one for the petty girly conversations that one often finds themselves in when surrounded by mass amounts of estrogen, but my gal pals are different. Some have taken their licks in life, some in death or both and have always come back fighting. These nights are the nights where we celebrate the awesomeness that is us.
I was thinking this as I put on my black tulle skirt, black lace leggings, black lace bustier with matching half jacket, door knocker earrings and suede ankle boots. I think I used a whole bottle of of Aussie hair spray trying to scrunch up my hair only to pull it back with a black mesh headband. Yelling out the door, I told Bill I was leaving as I hopped into my car and drove down to the new theme club in Shreveport called Spin. It played a rotisserie of 70's and 80's music and people really got into it. Sookie found it and thought we should all give it a try.
When I arrived at the club, it took a moment for me to locate Sookie and Pam. Probably because they were both so light reflective. Sookie was wearing a stretchy sequin bandeau top that was struggling to contain her billowing bosoms and shiny black lycra disco pants and silver platform shoes. Pam was wearing a gold lame halter top with leopard print hotpants. She wore matching gold high heeled sandals that laced up to her knees. Her skin was glowing with the gold glitter.
As Gloria Gaynor began to sing, I pulled the girls onto the dance floor. We sang along with her at the top of our lungs, dramatizing every word with our bodies along with every other female in the whole entire club. That's right baby- I will survive!
We grooved with the BeeGees and twirled around to Dancing Queen. Pam was trying to show us the hustle and the bus stop and we were trying to keep up with her when Sookie stumbled and stopped. Both she and Pam turned towards the door and as if on queue, the song "Boogie Man" began to play as a 6'4" Viking disco god strutted across the dance floor towards us. He was wearing a black polyester leisure suit with a black shirt that was unbuttoned practically to his navel to expose his chest hair and gold chains galore. The sea of dancers parted as they gawked at him in all of his attitude.
He reached over and grabbed Sookie by the hips and spun her into his arms. When she was good and dizzy he picked her up and gave her a good, long devouring kiss. The lust that was coming off of those two was blinding. After a few minutes of this, I was pretty certain that Sookie had forgotten that we were here.
I looked at Pam. We both grinned at each other and holding hands, we left the two love birds as Eric started grinding up against Sookie singing to Barry White's "Your Sweetness is my Weakness."
"I thought it was supposed to be us girls." I laughed as Pam and I danced a little further away. "My master has never been one to follow the rules, especially when breaking them is so much fun."
"Shocker." I said with a grin. "Well at least our guys know when to stay put. I plan to dance all night until I pass out. So come on, show me those moves again." I said pulling her back onto the floor.
We watched as Sookie wiggled up and down Eric singing "Ring my Bell". Both Pam and I looked at each other and said "Uh oh." and burst into hysterics. Sookie was definitely going to get that bell rung several times judging by the look on Eric's face. His eyes practically bugged out of his head as Sookie's top kept slipping causing her to yank it back up. This bizarre strip tease continued for an hour.
Sookie waved us over as "Got to be Real" started to play. We danced and bumped around Eric as if in worship to the envy of every male in the bar- at least for the moment. When "Last Dance" began to play, we left those two alone again. Pam and I shrugged and decided to dance with each other (Pam leading of course- hey, she's taller!). I lay my head on her chest as we swayed to the music. Suddenly, we both snapped to attention and we turned to see two other men who obviously had no clue as to the definition of "Girl's Night Out."
My mouth gaped open as I saw Cole wearing a shiny leopard print dress shirt and some extremely tight and extremely shiny black pants. Next to him was my lovely 80's wannabe complete with aqua blue sports jacket with matching pants and a black t-shirt.
Bill.
Well hell, at least we matched.
TBC- The fabulous 80's coming up! :)
