The trek through the city was magical. The speeding vehicle rode through the busy streets of L.A. The beaming lights and signs made it seem like the city never slept. Hundreds of people were still out. Despite it being a few minutes before midnight, party goers were either going to clubs, restaurants, or just relaxing in outside cafés. Everywhere Deema looked, there was a continuous spectrum of color and flashing beams of light. She gripped tightly onto the African Male as he sped down the charcoal road, and between cars. She took in the mesmerizing scent of his cologne as she laid her head on his back, despite her slight fatigue, she held onto Goby's waste as if her life depended on it (even though it did). The blonde was trying to enjoy the ride when she abruptly remembered she never told Goby where they were actually going.

She took the initiative to tell him when they stopped at an intersection. Over the loud thrum of the revving engine, she managed to screech:

"I know a place where we can go. Drive down this way until we hit a fork in the road. Then head to the left side and keep going until you see a glass building."

To show his understanding, Goby nodded, and just as the light turned green, he made his way down a long, spiralling street. It took a good 10 minutes until Goby noticed the road with two ways to go. Remembering what the blonde had said, he took the left side, no matter how much he wanted to follow other cars the opposite way. After a few more minutes of driving lead the two down a rocky dirt road. Deema had to deal with the splintery feeling of the tiny minerals hitting her smooth legs after popping from under the thick rubber wheels. The minute they stopped, she quickly hopped off, adjusting her dress while dusting herself off. She also attempted to settle her frazzled hair once removing the motorcycle helmet.

The indigo haired male looked up at the fabulous glass building in awe. It looked fabulous with it's angelic outer appearance, yet the silhouettes of dancers and performers could be seen through the opaque windows. Colors flashed from the place as well, making the bassist's stomach bubble with excitement. A rhythmic beat thumped from the building, shaking the anxious male to his core.

"Welcome to Olympus! Nervous?" The blonde teased, noticing her friends concerned look.

The male tried not to appear weak, but slowly nodded.

"Don't worry about it. I know a lot of people who come here. The minute they see you'll you won't be able to shake them off."

The blonde female grabbed Goby's arm and dragged him towards the heavy door. The minute they walked in, he was blinded by the numerous strobe lights of many colors. From a distance, he could see the clubbers wildly dancing to a crazy remix of Anaconda. The dark skinned male actually felt calm for a minute until he saw a line. Both men, women, and a few crosses he wasn't sure of, were waiting eagerly to enter the main dance floor. There were other hallways leading to other rooms, but the bassist was extremely certain he didn't want to know what went on in there.

Just as the male snapped out of his daydream, he noticed that Deema had lead him casually to the front of the line. There was a large male bouncer waiting at the velvet rope near the dancefloor entrance. The man was a good six feet tall, with a wide, burly chest and thick muscly arms that could probably break someone's neck. His dark tan skin was honestly intimidating besides the dark shades that covered his judgmental eyes.

"Hey Jerry! Didja' miss me," the blonde said jazzily to the large, frightening man.

"Sunshine!" The larger male replied with open arms, giving the blonde a hug while lifting her off her feet, "It's been so long! How've you been, baby girl?"

"I'm great! It's great to be back in L.A!"

Putting the girl down, Jerry looked at Goby suspiciously, "Who's this clown?"

"This is Goby," Deema gestured to the hesitant bassist next to her, "Don't worry, he's a pretty good guy. His band is joining Estrogen Intensity."

"Mhmm," The bouncer looked the other dark skinned male up and down, "He's not like that Ross guy that used to pick at ya, is he?"

The black clad guard towered over the smaller male, making him want to wet his pants.

"'Cause I'll break his bones in a hot second."

Deema could sense her friend's discomfort, but gladly reassuredthe tall guard, "No need to worry, Jer-Jer. Goby's a pretty mellow, guy. I'll see you later alright?"

"See you later, sunshine."

Goby paced through the small doorway, eager to get away from the constriction of the awkward atmosphere. Feeling Jerry's fierce eyes burn holes into his skull. He then let his mind wander to what the large man had said a few moments before.

Ross. The name was foreign to him. He guessed that Deema had a rough time with this certain guy who made her want to cry. The bassist could see the blonde's eyes glaze over as they walked towards the rowdy party area. After spotting him gaze at her from the corner of her eye, she looked up, allowing her tear ducts to swallow the heavy gallons of water that were sure to flow. Goby shook his head, convincing himself that there was nothing to worry about, even though he was extremely concerned.

A mesmerizing beat was thumping, shaking the entire building, and rocking the two to the core. The walls of the interior glowed a bright, ghostly blue, despite the many magentas, greens, and purples that flashed on the tiled glass dancefloor. There were multiple tenders behind the giant bar in the corner of the room. Right in the middle was the dancefloor, which was filled to the brim with people. Some being finely dressed men and women, who flirted with lusciously with the other sex. while others extremely young adults who wanted to have a good time.

About every girl wore some sort of skin tight cocktail, many varying in color, design, and length. Many of them looked at him as he passed, giving winks, or giggling their opinions about him to their friends. The male blushed embarrassingly, finally ending his journey at a small rounded table.

"A waiter will come by in a few," the blue eyed beauty warned as her friend sat, "Order me a bloody mary, will ya?"

"Sure,"

Deema darted to the dancefloor, eager to meet new people and enjoy the little bit of freedom she seemed to have. She then jumped into the crowd of dancing young adults.

Goby looked nonchalantly as the blonde danced her heart out. At some point, a petite, skinny waitress came by to take his order (who proceeded to squeal and glomp him before slipping him her number). As the male sat and sipped at his Piña Colada as he watched Deema groove to the mysterious music. He saw her curves swing gloriously, while her arms minimally followed. Her adorable curls bounced as she did, and her body would sometimes bump into others who were moving just as fiercely as she was.

It took a lot for the male to take his eyes off of her, luckily, the waitress had brought him a french fry appetizer that was "on the house". The male munched on the small fried potato as he attempted to ease his mind from the girl he came with. Just as he could feel his body tighten even more, the thought of the bet had suddenly plagued his mind. Though the deadline was a whole two years away, he had to think of a way to get out of it. Deema wasn't some plaything, she was a person with a brain and a gorgeous personality. He didn't want someone else's pesky physical desires get in the way of a potential relationship. Yet he couldn't help but let his paternal hormones get in the way of his internal appreciation for her. He wanted to hold her close, kiss every inch of her angel skin, and so many other things he tried to push out of his head in fear of becoming flustered.

Goby felt his heart leap as he noticed a tired, red faced Deema sit in the chair across from him, taking a few french fries as she did.

"Whoo! What a workout! I always love coming here! I can lose more weight than I ever would at the gym!"

The dark skinned male silently nodded as he took another sip of his drink, feeling boredom invade his soul.

Deema looked concerned, "What's the matter? You haven't gotten up in half an hour! Don't you want to dance?"

Goby shrugged, "I don't really want to."

The blonde frowned, "Why not?"

"I don't know. Seeing all of this twerk stuff and grinding isn't really my cup of tea."

"Listen Gobes, if you want to have a good time, leave your comfort zone. You probably don't like it because you've probably never done it before!" Deema gave her friend a determined grin.

The african american hated to admit that his current crush was right. Out of all the times Gil dragged him to a club previously, he never did anything. He never drank, danced, or moved for that matter. The polite male would stay glued to his spot with Nonny while he watched his best friend get hit on by multiple attractive females.

Before he knew it, he was lifted off his feet by the blonde who gripped his hand with a mighty force. Goby's dark shoes skidded across the floor with reticence. They paced to the side of the crowd, hearing the intro of a new song pick up.

"Okay, so you stand right there."

The girl made the male simply stand, she then turned, pressing her backside against his front. Goby felt a jolt fly throughout his body. He didn't know how to feel or how to react. The male's heart skipped multiple beats to the point where he thought he would pass out from overstimulation.

"Now just put your hands, here," Deema grasped her crush's large wrists and guided them to her concave waist. She sank into the african male's warm form as her soft back and rear blended with her bandmates pelvis.

Goby's cheeks flushed a dark shade of scarlet, dark to the point where it could be noticed by anyone miles away. Deema craned her neck to meet his eyes, still keeping her body glued to his, "There's nothing else left to do but move. If you can keep up."

The beginning of Fireball by Pitbull blasted from the stereos. Since it was a salsa song, Deema made it her job to sway her hips relentless motion. Goby could hardly keep up. His hips would always move a second or two later than hers. It became a competition to see who could keep up with the other. By the time the next chorus instrumental picked up he had became irritable. The dark skinned male was tired of looking feeling like a fool... And thats when he broke out of his shell.

One of his hands moved to the the middle of the blonde's abdomen, fiercely pulling her closer to him. Making the young pop star halt for a split second.

The male then skillfully moved his hips to the impressive music. Deema mentally smirked, knowing that her plan worked, she moved along with her crush. Giving into his dominance on the dancefloor.

"There ya go!" The girl complimented in her usual jazzy voice, turning her head again to see the pearly grin of the dark skinned musician.

The two shared a hearty laugh as the music continued to travel through their combined souls. The shamelessly flirt female wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, allowing him to eliminate all space between them. The warmth seeped as their skin partially touched.

They danced for hours, constantly switiching from grinds, forms of freestyling, and even a slow dance here or there. By the the 50th club mix, it was nearly three in the morning. Just as the song ended, Deema escaped the close grasp of the person behind her. The DJ was about to play another remix when the blonde whispered something to him. The young man in dark clothes nodded and threw her a mic, he then switched on a song known by many in the club. The Yellow haired female beamed as the crowd noticed who she was, screaming and cheering for her to sing the next song.

Red One

Konvict

Gaga (oh, yeah)

Goby knew this song all too well. It was one of the many classics that played constantly on the radio when he was in middle school. Everyone in his class knew it like the back of their hand, and guessing by the excitement of the crowd gathering near the DJ's stage, they knew it too.

"Hello Olympus! How are you doin tonight?"

The screams from the crowd 100 "olympians" were loud, and as shrill as a cat after it's been thrown in a swimming pool.

Deema then continued the song, like she usually would when she visited the elite nitery.

I've had a little bit too much, much

All of the people start to rush.

Start to rush by.

A dizzy twister dance

Can't find my drink or man.

Where are my keys, I lost my phone.

What's going on on the floor?

I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.

Keep it cool what's the name of this club?

I can't remember but it's alright, I'm alright.

Goby fought his way to the front of the humongous wave of "olympians". Cheering along with them at the beautiful girl performing. The girl threw in some sassy dance moves with her wonderful singing. He marveled how she sang the song that was as old as a dinosaur.

She is a pretty good performer, he thought kindly.

The male suddenly realized something with a restless jolt: There was a male part to the song.

For a short while, he thought that Deema could handle it. She was a superstar after all, she should be able to sing any part, male or female. On the flipside, it was his night to branch out, after all. Performing a little for some of the supportive fans wouldn't hurt a bit.

Goby then helped himself onto the small stage, earning more cheers from the group of clubbers. He and his crush exchanged amused glances as the female handed him another mic. The male then proceeded to sing his heart out.

When I come through on the dance floor checking out that catalogue.

Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.

And I ain't gonna' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like a car

I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorrow, yeah

Shorty i can see that you got so much energy

The way you twirling up them hips round and round

There's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me

In the meantime stay, let me watch you break it down and dance!

Goby couldn't help but dance along with the blonde, pulling her close just acting on the moment. The dark skinned male playfully wrapped an arm around her waist as she sang the chorus.

Just dance. Gonna be okay.

Da-doo-doo-doo

Just dance. Spin that record babe.

Da-doo-doo-doo

Just dance. Gonna be okay.

Duh-duh-duh-duh

Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance.

Midway through the blonde held an amazing high note. Her strong voice echoed throughout the room's interior. A few seconds later, the song ended. The hoard of people applauded them relentlessly, making the two rock stars smile coyly. The stars got help from the security guards when it came to leaving the small stage, after which, Deema bursted into a fit of laughter.

"Whooooo! That was awesome! You were great, Gobes!"

The dark skinned male chuckled, "Not as great as you! You really have an amazing voice. I actually sort of wanted to stay in the audience just to hear you."

The girl with the golden hair could feel a familiar warmth creep into her face. Whether this guy was flirting or not, she had to admit, he was really sweet. Fatigue suddenly washed over her once more, but she still wanted to party. An idea suddenly popped into her hazy subconscious.

In another fit of giggles, she guided her friend to one of the bare hallways, full of rooms, and one of which was bare and empty. Goby became confused, and shamelessly aroused at the same time. He halted at the door, causing the slim female to cock her head to the side.

"What's up? Aren't you coming," she asked with complete obliviousness.

Usual hesitance attacked the male once more, "Um, it depends. What exactly do we 'do' in there?"

The mere question made the blonde pull a devious smirk, "That's for me to know, and for you to find out."

The girl offered a small, pale hand, waiting for her band mate to join her.

This was his chance. Expecting the worse, the dark skinned bass player instantly thought of his best friend's bet. He took a deep breath, clearing his head of all logic before walking into the dim little bunker with the girl of his dreams. Shutting the door boldly behind them.

Lol soooo, what did you think of this chappie?

XD i know, VERY suggestive, but at the same time very fun!

So what'll happen? What's going on between Goby and Deema! How will the others react the next day! Tune in next time to find out! (I do not own Just Dance By Lady GAGA)