Her arms swung up and punched the air, while her body twisted and dipped. Turned. Stomped, twisted, got low. The music beat loud. Carried the crowd. Sticky floors sucked at the soles of her boots. In the corner a man in black. Not having fun. Watching everyone. The bouncer glares at the crowd, bored. She rocks her body, oblivious to everyone, even the man dancing with her. It's her, and the beat. And the ominous presence of the man in black.
Posted by Allie Mine at 9:12 AM