Dizzy
I don't own anyone except for Pee-doo and Acey. The song 'Toxic' belongs to Britney Spears
The three girls danced together for what seemed like an hour, before three of the guys from the group in the corner came around to dance with them. Riza shook her head politely as a blonde-headed guy asked if he could dance with her; her friends had already taken a liking to two of the other boys and were dancing with them. She stopped and retreated back to their table for her drink; her breath caught in her throat as she saw the young man who had sent her the soda sitting in her seat.
"May… May I help you?" She asked tentatively. He looked up and saw her, immediately standing up.
"I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind dancing with me…" He asked, his black hair shielding her from seeing his eyes clearly.
"I'm not that great of a dancer-" She said before he cut her off.
"Well, neither am I." He said, holding his hand out to her. She sighed and took his hand as he led her back out onto the dance floor. The first few notes of the new song 'Toxic' began to play and she watched as her friends both stared at her from their places on the dance floor. She gave them a small wave and continued past them, the guy leading her to the middle of the polished wood floor. They began to dance, the music slowly draining away her fear of not knowing how to dance; she let the beat flow into her and her body moved, the squealing from the speakers completely engulfing her entire consciousness. The man dancing with her could tell she was a different person now; his hands on her hips seemed natural as if they were supposed to be there. She spun around, the singer finally starting the lyrics after the long introduction music.
Baby, can't you see, I'm calling. A guy like you, should wear a warning. It's dangerous, I'm fallin'…
Riza began to mutter the words under her breath; the man behind her now fully enveloped in the music and her dancing body.
There's no escape, I can't wait. I need a hit, baby, give me it. You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it…
He placed a hand on her stomach and pulled her closer to him, her backside lightly brushing over his hips.
Too high, can't come down. Losing my head, spinning 'round and 'round. Do you feel me now?
The beat became very erratic and Riza's movements against the guy kept in step with the strange beat. Her body was covered with sweat now, the hour of dancing finally getting to her.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slipping under. With a taste of poison paradise, I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic… And I love what you do, Don't you know that you're toxic…
Her head was spinning and the lights were making her mind enter into a slow downfall. Her downfall, the downfall of the stoic, uptight Riza Hawkeye. 'I think leading a life with nights like this, dancing with many different people could be fun… there's nothing that could make this night turn sour.' She thought to herself as her friends and the boys they were dancing with made their way over to her and her dancing partner.
Too high, can't come down. Losing my head, spinning 'round and 'round. Do you feel me now?
They danced as a big group, the closeness of the four bodies in front of her, the one behind her bringing her into a sensation overload. She spun around in the guy's arms and faced him; more like faced his chin. He was a good head taller than she was, but it didn't matter. He was handsome and actually a great dancer; He looked down at her and leaned in right before she turned around again and saw the ecstatically happy faces of Alicia and Patricia. She decided to make things a little bit more fun and pulled herself away from her dancing partner, yanking on her girlfriends' hands. They were pulled into the middle of the group, the three males crowding in closer so they could continue to dance too.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slipping under. With a taste of poison paradise, I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic… And I love what you do, Don't you know that you're toxic…
Pee-Doo jerked her neck and the three girls quickly moved to the right, switching dancing partners with the girl on her right. The guys blinked momentary confusion away and continued to dance with their new partners. A few lines later and they switched again, another movement to the right, and continued.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slipping under. With a taste of poison paradise, I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic… And I love what you do, Don't you know that you're toxic…
They switched one last time and ended up back with their original partners, the music reaching a crescendo. Riza turn around and faced her handsome, black-eyed partner, her face inches from his as she whispered the remaining words of the song onto his lips.
I'm intoxicated now, I think you'll love it now. I think I'm ready now, I think I'm ready now. I'm intoxicated now, I think you'll love it now….I think I'm ready now.
He leaned down, trying to cover the last inch or two left between their faces, his lips only a hair's length away. Riza's eyes snapped wide open as his closed; her mind had been taken out of the fog when the song had ended and she was embarrassed for letting herself get so out of control. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips touch hers; she pulled away from him and brought her tightened fist up behind her. It connected with his jaw seconds later, his eyes still closed; he released her and she ran out the door, leaving her friends there so she could get back home as fast as possible. 'I can't believe I let him do that! He may have been cute, but I know he was using me just for kicks… I can't believe I let myself be used like that…' She thought to herself as she walked in the door of her grandfather's mansion, only to be surprised that the house was empty.
"They must have gone out for the evening…" She said out loud to no one as she climbed the stairs to her room. She locked herself in and pulled the phone cord out of the wall, not wanting to talk to Patricia or Alicia. She knew they would call to check up on her, to make sure she was ok, but Riza didn't care; they had gotten her into that mess, and she was mad. Her blood was boiling; the only way for her to vent out this frustration was to shoot it out. She changed her clothes and went downstairs, leaving a note for her grandfather that she was out back in the shooting range.
A/N: I see Hawkeye as the only girl in a family of many boys. SHe has the tough exterior, yet she's very protective. I think she would have learned that from her brothers. But I hope she wasn't too far OOC... I mean, I think she would ahve been a little more likely to go out oand have fun, but events like this can help you mold your character, which is what i did for Riza. Oh and when Patricia and Acey call her 'Riza Romy' or 'Romy' it's because I've dubbed her middle name to be Ramona and she hates it. so naturally, your two best friends make up a nick name to call you, and they came up with Romy... at least it was nothing like 'Pee-Doo!' I hav eno idea how I came up with that nick name!