Myshuno! 2014 Drabble 4: Dancing for Love
Title: Dancing for Love
Characters: an unspecified character from a future generation
Prompt: Giving someone the cold shoulder - silverbelle1220
Story: Standing the Test of Time
Rating: PG
Word Count: 554
Notes: This piece takes place in a future generation, so details might be altered in canon.
A young man grinned as he walked inside the nightclub. Hoping to grab the attention of some cute girls, he donned an open collar shirt to show off some of his bare chest. Ever since he started college, he found himself free from his parents’ rules and curfews, giving him the freedom to wear anything he wanted as well as ample free time to travel around to have fun outside once he’s done with homework. The term paper wasn’t a huge deal since it was due by the end of the semester, and there was still plenty of time to do it.
“’Sup, guys?” he greeted everyone inside as he made his way to the dance floor. After all, that was where the cute girls were usually found.
As he kept walking, however, he noticed that all of the girls he saw already had some sort of partner with them. This can’t be right, since he knew full well that this place is popular with single people as well as those in relationships, but so far everyone he met was already paired up, leaving him with nobody around to date.
Meanwhile, he could hear the DJ playing his favorite song, bringing his hopes up. Thinking that girls love guys who can dance well, he danced to its rhythm as quickly as he could. As he kept dancing, he could hear the sound of cheers from some people. Taking it as a sign that his dancing skills finally pay off, he smiled even more and kept dancing.
He was suddenly interrupted when he spotted a woman drinking all by herself at the counters. Since all the other women he saw so far were already claimed, he ignored the cheers of onlookers and walked towards her.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted the woman, who turned around with a blank face. “Wanna dance with me tonight?”
“What makes you think I wanna do that?” she asked in a nonchalant voice.
“Well, I thought chicks dig guys who can dance, have a nice chest, and can joke around. Tell ya what, how about you shake that booty of yours and I’ll shake mine?”
He reached out his hand to grab hers, but she quickly moved it away from him. Her face, which remained expressionless when they first met, turned into a piercing glare.
“Do I look like your type, boy?”
“I guess so,” he softly replied, hoping to win her heart.
“You wish, buster,” she got up and walked away.
Seeing his plan falling apart, he followed her, clinging to any hope left in him to get her attention.
“Wait, I can explain!” he said.
As soon as he finished his words, she stopped, turned around, and swung her arm to slap him in the cheek. The man felt a painful smack in the cheek and turned around to see her giving him another piercing glare.
“What was that for?” he cried.
“That’s for stalking me, perv!” she turned around and walked out of the building, leaving the man befuddled by the cold shoulder she just gave him. He thought that single women made easy game for a nice date, but that wasn’t the case for him, as he had believed for so long. One thing that was certain was that his plan to attract some girls had failed.
Characters: an unspecified character from a future generation
Prompt: Giving someone the cold shoulder - silverbelle1220
Story: Standing the Test of Time
Rating: PG
Word Count: 554
Notes: This piece takes place in a future generation, so details might be altered in canon.
A young man grinned as he walked inside the nightclub. Hoping to grab the attention of some cute girls, he donned an open collar shirt to show off some of his bare chest. Ever since he started college, he found himself free from his parents’ rules and curfews, giving him the freedom to wear anything he wanted as well as ample free time to travel around to have fun outside once he’s done with homework. The term paper wasn’t a huge deal since it was due by the end of the semester, and there was still plenty of time to do it.
“’Sup, guys?” he greeted everyone inside as he made his way to the dance floor. After all, that was where the cute girls were usually found.
As he kept walking, however, he noticed that all of the girls he saw already had some sort of partner with them. This can’t be right, since he knew full well that this place is popular with single people as well as those in relationships, but so far everyone he met was already paired up, leaving him with nobody around to date.
Meanwhile, he could hear the DJ playing his favorite song, bringing his hopes up. Thinking that girls love guys who can dance well, he danced to its rhythm as quickly as he could. As he kept dancing, he could hear the sound of cheers from some people. Taking it as a sign that his dancing skills finally pay off, he smiled even more and kept dancing.
He was suddenly interrupted when he spotted a woman drinking all by herself at the counters. Since all the other women he saw so far were already claimed, he ignored the cheers of onlookers and walked towards her.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted the woman, who turned around with a blank face. “Wanna dance with me tonight?”
“What makes you think I wanna do that?” she asked in a nonchalant voice.
“Well, I thought chicks dig guys who can dance, have a nice chest, and can joke around. Tell ya what, how about you shake that booty of yours and I’ll shake mine?”
He reached out his hand to grab hers, but she quickly moved it away from him. Her face, which remained expressionless when they first met, turned into a piercing glare.
“Do I look like your type, boy?”
“I guess so,” he softly replied, hoping to win her heart.
“You wish, buster,” she got up and walked away.
Seeing his plan falling apart, he followed her, clinging to any hope left in him to get her attention.
“Wait, I can explain!” he said.
As soon as he finished his words, she stopped, turned around, and swung her arm to slap him in the cheek. The man felt a painful smack in the cheek and turned around to see her giving him another piercing glare.
“What was that for?” he cried.
“That’s for stalking me, perv!” she turned around and walked out of the building, leaving the man befuddled by the cold shoulder she just gave him. He thought that single women made easy game for a nice date, but that wasn’t the case for him, as he had believed for so long. One thing that was certain was that his plan to attract some girls had failed.