Send My Love To The Dance Floor I'll See You In Hell (Hey Mister DJ)
[Cobra Starship]

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Rated T for mentions of the big s-e-x.

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L was the last person one would think about entering a nightclub. However, here was the detective-- simple garb and heavy hunch-- standing to the side of the oversized speakers. He wasn't there for the music, that was for sure. He mused to himself, staring at the light-haired disc-jockey.

There was the reason he enjoyed this club so much. Thinking back a few weeks, he sighed happily and wondered how much longer he would have to wait to feel those pouty lips against his own. The DJ smiled at him and waved twice. When the records were flipped, the additives were pressed, giving the working man a few seconds to let L know how long his wait would be.

The young male held up his hand for the number 'two'. The detective smirked brightly and nodded. L could wait another two songs to cling to his boyfriend, take him home and dance a different sort of dance as if the next day would never come.

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I'll admit, this one is particularly short, but what can I say? Light as a disc-jockey was an odd sight in my mind so it took a few moments to figure out if he'd be one of those sexy looking ones that people fawn over when they look at them or one of those more 'gangstah' looking ones that just make me want to say 'peace-out'.