Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Jimmy Junior swished his hips as he mopped the floor of his father's restauraunt. He moved them in time to the rythm of the music that streamed through his earbuds. His outdated iPod was tucked away into his vest pocket.
This shit, that ice cold.
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold.
This one, for them hood girls,
Them good girls,
Straight masterpieces.
It was late and the restauraunt was closed for the evening. The lighting was dim. Most of it came from Bob's across the street. Jimmy laughed a little as he spun to the music and passed the handle of the mop between his hands.
Stylin', while in,
Livin' it up in the city.
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent,
Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty.
The ginger nodded along and shuffled his feet to the rythem. Damn, that day had been a pretty good one. Tina had ended up saying more than a few sentences to him at school. He always got terribly nervous when he did want to talk to her, but he did his best not to show it. No, he couldn't look like an idiot.
He sighed a little and went back to mopping, making a very wet slap on the floor with it. He continued to move his hips. A smirk came to his lips as he rolled his hips, getting into the music. Dancing always made life feel a little bit better. There was just something so deep about it to him. Jimmy shifted the weight on his feet and moved faster as the music did.
As Jimmy lost himself in the music, he became less and less aware of the world around him. He lost himself into the music, almost posessed by the beats and tempo. He just danced alone in the empty establishment without a care in the world. Nothing could have bothered him or ruined his mood.
Well, something did. Oops.
Jimmy's foot landed right on a cloth napkin that had fallen on the ground. His eyes widened and the world seemed to slow down. You could pinpoint the moment he realized he had made a very, very bad decision in his life. A sickening crack was heard before he flipped backwards onto the slick floor.
The ginger hit the floor, his shoulder absorbing most of the shock. Luckily it wasn't his head... A pain greater than anything he had felt errupted through his ankle. He yelled out and reached up to grab it. He could see that it was already beginning to swell. Jimmy winced at both the sight and the pain. He ripped his earbuds out of his ears.
Groaning in agony, he lifted himself up with the chair he had fallen next to. He let out a breath and did his best to keep the weight off of the foot. He glanced up, noticing Bob's Burgers again. Maybe they could help...? He could see Mr. Belcher closing up shop. If he hurried maybe he could catch the man. His dad was out so that was his only option about then.
Slowly, he made his way towards the door as fast as he could.
Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up...
Yeah, he got Uptown funk'd up, alright.