The Dance

Despite the dressed up room, it was organized to perfection until some poor drunk sent it into chaos. Lifting the edge of my dress up to walk over the broken glass thrown about from a bar fight earlier in the evening, I strolled over to the gentleman drinking at the bar. After hearing the subtle crunching underneath my heels, he turned astonished that someone would brave the floor for a drink.

“Dare I say darling, you look ravishing.” He raised his glass in my direction, and I sent a smile back.

“Please, anything for a drink dear.” I purred back to him.

Between the two of us, anyone would’ve thought we were the perpetrators, but the two of us were just relishing in the damage done by others with nothing better to do. I leaned over the bar next to him as he poured me a drink.

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