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Chapter Fifty- A Little Party Never Killed Nobody
A few hours -and a tiring walk- later, Adam and Jessie arrived at a small door at the side of a corner building. The windows were old and faded to the point where anything on the other side was completely blocked out, but the door remained old, yet classy. Right before Jessie had left, she had seen ads for a new movie based off of The Great Gatsby, which had gold pipe-like designs all around, which looked exactly like the abstract door with it's beautifully rustic golden piping, a 42 right in the center of the door.
Adam opened the rustic door for her, revealing a treasure trove of partying and jubilees inside. "Welcome, Miss Guale, to Club 42."
The inside was dark evergreen tiles on the floor as she walked in, a long, elegant bar on her left. It was made of a rich wood with bright gold lining on the counters, and golden yellow lights above it. The chairs were barstools made of matching wood and either maroon or black fabric.
Beyond that were wood and metal tables and chairs to their right, and then a smaller crowd of moving people crowded her vision from there on out. "If you think this is all-" began Adam, walking with her towards the people about ten yards down, hitting the end of the obscenely-long bar. "-then you ain't seen nothin' yet."
The green tile gave way to a multi-purpose dancefloor area, where a small stage held three women singing a song as people danced along to it. One woman was tall with blonde hair, and wore a white flapper outfit, while the woman in the middle was medium height in the same outfit, but in blue with chocolate brown hair. On the right, was a shorter woman with brown/auburn hair in a red outfit. They all stood less than a foot apart, singing.
Sassy sisters,
Dressed in nothing but silk underwear.
Silly swingers,
Get your feeling under spell.
Sassy sisters,
Come and taste as sweet as can be.
Silly swingers.
Get your feeling under spell.
They stopped singing, the dancing crowd stopping to applaud the three women as they bowed gracefully and walked off of the stage. Another artist came up, playing a tune Jessie began to tap her foot to as the two stood at the edge of the bar area. He noticed that her foot was tapping, and decided since they had gotten to know each other on the walk there, it wouldn't be too odd to dance with her. As the next song began to play, he knew that was his chance.
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
He stood in front of her, hand held out. "May I have this dance, Miss Gaule?" Jessie smiled a great big smile, and grabbed his hand. "I'm glad you asked."
I ain't got time for you baby, either you're mine or you're not
Make up your mind sweet baby, right here, right now's all we got
A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop
A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got
All these diamonds, trips around the world, don't mean a thing if I ain't your girl
The couple walked together onto the dancefloor, making their way through the crowd of other Club 42 members. They finally found an area of open space, and began to dance. For this song, it was more of a one-on-one dance that they'd dance together, not with each other.
A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop
A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got
All we got, all we got, all we got, all we got
All we got, all we got, all we got, all we got
Glad that you made it, look around
You don't see one person sitting down
They got drinks in their hands and the room's a bust
At the end of the night maybe you'll find love
Fake chit chat 'bout the things they got
And my scout reputation keeping it hot girl
At the party of the year I'm a master plan
If you make me realize I'm your man
Jessie grabbed onto Adam's hand, as he instinctively grabbed it in return, twirling her around and around. She bursted out into a fit of joyful laughter as they danced energetically, they song keeping up to their moves, instead of them controlling their moves to go along with the beat.
If the people get lost, underneath the moonlight
Hotsy-totsy, paparazzi, hold it while I take this pic
Speak easy, rocking the feathers I'm breezy
Hope you can keep up boys, cause believe me, I'm the bee's knees
It don't mean a thing if I give you my heart
If you tear it apart, no, uh, uh, ah, oh
It don't mean a thing if I ain't in your eyes
Papa that ain't gonna fly, no, uh, uh, ah, oh
Papa that ain't gonna fly, no, uh, uh, ah, oh
Adam twirled her around in his arms, giving Jessie a second to observe her surroundings. She spied blondes, brunettes, gingers, auburns, and tall, short, medium-height, along with normal, lanky, and fat men all dancing with other women, but to her demise- none of them was her black haired man of her dreams. She let out a silent sigh, telling herself in her mind that he'd show up eventually, and that she'd only been here for a few minutes.
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
Just one night's all we got
What do you think GoonRock?
Are you ready?
A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop
A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got
A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop
Jessie proceeded to dance with Adam Stillwell, one last thought of The Master appearing in her mind, only to be trampled by new thoughts. I need to start living for now. The Master can wait. All I need is to be dancing and having fun with Adam, and he'll figure out how to find me...eventually.
A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got
The songs used are Dramophone by Caravan Palace, and A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) by Fergie, feating Q-Tip and Goonrock (from The Great Gatsby soundtrack)
What's wrong with Jessie? Why is she -yet again- not giving a sit about The Master?
Review, and read the next chapter to find out!
