AUTHOR: thisgirlfromnowon
February 6th - And All That Jazz
He walked into the club with cool eyes in contrast to the scene before him. The room was hot with sweaty bodies that moved closer and closer together as the music guided their steps. Heels clicked and leather shoes scuffed the floor as short skirts and suit jackets were in vibrant motion. The brass blared over the lovely harmony of the woodwinds and the energetic swing beat that drove the dancers on.
His sharp, collected steps took him toward the crowded bar; he only took his cigarette out long enough to order his drink before taking another long, refreshing drag. But upon exhaling, he saw a pair of eyes bright enough to jolt him out of complacency. Such a wondrous kind of blue that belonged to a true work of art; he was alive and in motion, dancing so marvelously to the sounds of swing. Arthur had never felt much for the genre until this moment, but this man was jazz.
The aforementioned Adonis gave him a seductive smile before disappearing once more into the matrix of dancers. Arthur promptly forgot about his drink before entering the crowd in search of that lovely, golden man.
It was love at first dance and it was glorious.