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xxx"thrills don't come for free
xxxthe price you pay for dreams
xxxin a sea of strangers
xxxi can't find me any more."
As Blake dragged Amelie to the dancefloor, Amelie managed to down the rest of her drink and abandon the glass on a random table. She could just about deal with Blake sober, but if dancing was involved, she was definitely going to need copious amounts of alcohol. She looked around at the others dancing and was completely and utterly overwhelmed. They either seemed to be incredible dancers or just grinding. Amelie wasn't sure she could deal with either of those options.
But, it seemed that the Fates themselves aligned in her favour. The alcohol kicked in just as a song she actually liked came on, so she grabbed Blake's other hands and started to dance with her. She just kept telling herself over and over again that this might just be the last chance she ever got, that she could be dead or seriously injured in a few days.
Amelie had done dance in her early childhood, just like every other girl her age. She actually wasn't half bad at it, either. But with being shunted around from foster home to foster home, she'd eventually stopped asking for classes. And it was a shame. Her increased physical ability meant she was light on her feet, and her sense of rhythm wasn't terrible. Had she had more classes, she probably could have become pretty good. But instead, she was a "not bad" dancer in a crowd of excellent and terrible. The alcohol in her own system reminded her that everybody was probably too drunk to remember or care.
When the song ended, Amelie laughed. "So, was that enough of a display for you? Do you want to see more, or should we go get drunk?" She asked, having to shout over the music despite how close she was to Blake.
But, it seemed that the Fates themselves aligned in her favour. The alcohol kicked in just as a song she actually liked came on, so she grabbed Blake's other hands and started to dance with her. She just kept telling herself over and over again that this might just be the last chance she ever got, that she could be dead or seriously injured in a few days.
Amelie had done dance in her early childhood, just like every other girl her age. She actually wasn't half bad at it, either. But with being shunted around from foster home to foster home, she'd eventually stopped asking for classes. And it was a shame. Her increased physical ability meant she was light on her feet, and her sense of rhythm wasn't terrible. Had she had more classes, she probably could have become pretty good. But instead, she was a "not bad" dancer in a crowd of excellent and terrible. The alcohol in her own system reminded her that everybody was probably too drunk to remember or care.
When the song ended, Amelie laughed. "So, was that enough of a display for you? Do you want to see more, or should we go get drunk?" She asked, having to shout over the music despite how close she was to Blake.