Post by Hopper on May 31, 2015 12:01:18 GMT -5
Hey guys, this is just a little something I've been wanting to write for a while, but until perusing the things on offer here, I guess I never really had the motivation to do so.
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Dancer
"Oi! Stop looking so miserable, come here and dance!"
The order was shouted above the drunken revelers and ravers by a lipstick covered fop named Pete. Pete was a fair weather friend who thought that bringing me to 'Club #Club' , the hottest spot in town, would apparently cure me of my blues. It was beleived by him and others that said blues were bought on by self pityin regards to having Cerebral Palsy, a load of ball I can tell you. Though there was a little truth in there, I was utterly self conscious and shy when faced with girls. No luck so far in the Club quest though, as I was giving myself more blues by the pint, courtesy of some neon blue alcopop that I had bought just to keep up appearances. I groaned into my glass as Pete staggered towards me with two scantily clad orange harpies in each arm. Taking one glance at my drink, he pulled a face and sneered.
"You know what your problem is? Not your legs, but your attitude!" Being the kind of guy who puts his disabilities last, I took offence to this and was about to protest. Before I could, my face was dampened by the high spirits of the contents of my glass being thrown at me by my so-called mate, still sporting a salaciously smug smile. "Now dance!" he crooned, punctuated by the shrill giggling of his clementine concubines. Not wanting to cause more disdain, I obeyed. lifting myself up from my chair I proceeded to do some sort of jig, hopping about on trembling legs and flailing my arms like a madman. Naturally my conditional lack of balance and co-ordination won this dance off as for a grand finale, I lost my footing and fell gracelessly onto my backside.
"Pa-THET-ic" Scoffed Pete, ever the gentleman as he grooved his gaggle of gormless galumphing groupies away from me. I dragged myself up to the table I was sitting at and sighed heavily. I wanted to have fun, to meet new people and to listen to shit music and not give a damn. In defeat however, I necked what was left of the comforting blue bile and clicked for another bottle. As I turned away from the Bar Staff and back to facing the dance floor, my view was blocked by a sparkling green pair of eyes staring back at me, and bright red lips curled into a friendly smile. From seemingly nowhere, a girl had gently sat herself down opposite me, giggling quietly as I ran my hands through my mop of ginger hair and made my eyes wide in a panic. We sat there just staring at each other for a while in anticipation. She then broke the ice by again smiling that sweet smile and saying "Nice moves!"
"Well, I've got a move for you!" I retorted. I was trembling with rage now, and my leg was juddering like mad, causing droplets of blue to fall from my new bottle. "you can leave me the fuck alone and shimmy off!" Despite me being so crass with her, I was relieved to hear her giggle again as my face burned a deep red. "Y'know Dancer, you're cute when you're angry" she trilled playfully, stroking my face. Flattered and defeated, I extended my hand out in greeting.
"Davey" I barked, mesmerised by those eyes. She stretched out her arm in return but to pinch my cheek instead of returning the shake. "Dawn, and I'm here all night" She grinned. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.....
To Be Continued
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Well, sorry it isn't very devvy so far, but it'll come in time, hope you enjoy the first part anyway.
Dancer
"Oi! Stop looking so miserable, come here and dance!"
The order was shouted above the drunken revelers and ravers by a lipstick covered fop named Pete. Pete was a fair weather friend who thought that bringing me to 'Club #Club' , the hottest spot in town, would apparently cure me of my blues. It was beleived by him and others that said blues were bought on by self pityin regards to having Cerebral Palsy, a load of ball I can tell you. Though there was a little truth in there, I was utterly self conscious and shy when faced with girls. No luck so far in the Club quest though, as I was giving myself more blues by the pint, courtesy of some neon blue alcopop that I had bought just to keep up appearances. I groaned into my glass as Pete staggered towards me with two scantily clad orange harpies in each arm. Taking one glance at my drink, he pulled a face and sneered.
"You know what your problem is? Not your legs, but your attitude!" Being the kind of guy who puts his disabilities last, I took offence to this and was about to protest. Before I could, my face was dampened by the high spirits of the contents of my glass being thrown at me by my so-called mate, still sporting a salaciously smug smile. "Now dance!" he crooned, punctuated by the shrill giggling of his clementine concubines. Not wanting to cause more disdain, I obeyed. lifting myself up from my chair I proceeded to do some sort of jig, hopping about on trembling legs and flailing my arms like a madman. Naturally my conditional lack of balance and co-ordination won this dance off as for a grand finale, I lost my footing and fell gracelessly onto my backside.
"Pa-THET-ic" Scoffed Pete, ever the gentleman as he grooved his gaggle of gormless galumphing groupies away from me. I dragged myself up to the table I was sitting at and sighed heavily. I wanted to have fun, to meet new people and to listen to shit music and not give a damn. In defeat however, I necked what was left of the comforting blue bile and clicked for another bottle. As I turned away from the Bar Staff and back to facing the dance floor, my view was blocked by a sparkling green pair of eyes staring back at me, and bright red lips curled into a friendly smile. From seemingly nowhere, a girl had gently sat herself down opposite me, giggling quietly as I ran my hands through my mop of ginger hair and made my eyes wide in a panic. We sat there just staring at each other for a while in anticipation. She then broke the ice by again smiling that sweet smile and saying "Nice moves!"
"Well, I've got a move for you!" I retorted. I was trembling with rage now, and my leg was juddering like mad, causing droplets of blue to fall from my new bottle. "you can leave me the fuck alone and shimmy off!" Despite me being so crass with her, I was relieved to hear her giggle again as my face burned a deep red. "Y'know Dancer, you're cute when you're angry" she trilled playfully, stroking my face. Flattered and defeated, I extended my hand out in greeting.
"Davey" I barked, mesmerised by those eyes. She stretched out her arm in return but to pinch my cheek instead of returning the shake. "Dawn, and I'm here all night" She grinned. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.....
To Be Continued
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Well, sorry it isn't very devvy so far, but it'll come in time, hope you enjoy the first part anyway.
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