When Dash had grabbed him from behind and startled him out of his thoughts he hadn't known what to do. He felt a little funny and was just a tad bit confused, and that hot breath on his ear hadn't helped matters, but he listened to Dash and after a little reflection nodded, still not comfortable but loosening up a bit.
He was sure that in his ordinary mind he would be blushing madly, stumbling over himself to get away and run out of the house, then again if he was his normal old self he would have never had the guts to change the song and melt the ice burg that seamed to sink every ship that got near him.
So he relaxed in Dash's grip and followed his movements with his hips. Dipping down and pushing back when those firm hands applied pressure and words whispered against his ear instructed him to. All in all, it was a pretty interesting experience, he was sure he had never had anyone hold him like that, but the way the fit together, Dash's head resting against his shoulder to be heard and their thighs pressed against each other. He forgot somewhere between the first song and the following two why he felt so disgusted with this dancing style and soon didn't even have to follow Dash's instruction.
Until the dizziness started in and Mr. Soccer Captain happened to be dancing, alone, a little to close to them.
Danny realized then why the soda's were put in large glass pitchers and tried, unsuccessfully, to figure out what and how much these kids would put in each drink vs. how much a teenager nearing sixteen could handle. In the end all he figured out was he was drunk and now had a headache, and that the red-haired soccer captain was trying to convince Dash to let him dance.
Obviously the guy was gay and something had him thinking Danny was too. Ah well, maybe he was, he seamed to like being near Dash even though they weren't dancing anymore.
God he was drunk.
He had to get out of there, had to leave, had to forget whatever was going on in his mind and why he wanted to just disregard the stupid prick trying to look imposing in front of Dash and get back to dancing. But he didn't leave, he couldn't move his feet towards the door, he was going to pass out, he knew it. What the hell did they put in those drinks? Was there something different in each? Did the different colors and such stand for a different type of alcohol? Oh man, head ache, headache, headache, and now the room was spinning, joy.
His head hurt and he seriously didn't want to listen to the constant thumps of a beat whose sound waves hit him like a boxer's best moves. And he whispered that to Dash, though in order to be heard over said thumping music he had to lean up and whisper in the blonde's ear, making the flaming haired popular kid look even more gay and jealous then he already did.
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Change of subject!
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That's right, no update for two days. My free time is being used to write a new chapter to Photo Opportunities.
Some of you are probably screaming YAY! Because you want an OP update. But you're probably not liking the way I left this off huh?
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