Oh Beyonce~ You are your botty shakin'~
WHO: Aziza, Ana, all the single ladies who wanna dance~~~~
WHEN: 3-6, Saturday, late night
WHERE: The Club (hip new dancing club/bar :O)
WHAT: All the single ladies dance the night away~ And maybe get drunk and have some drama happen *le gasp*
After the students in her class wouldn’t stop chattering and giggling in the corner of the classroom for several weeks she had to approach and ask what it was about. Instantly the details came out. A hot new dance club that put its brethren to shame with its dazzling lights, nice dance floor and (according to certain resources) a pretty ‘bitching’ bar. She wasn’t too sure what to think about the name. The Club was either supposed to be clever or ironic but it seemed to draw a lot of the college students 18 and over - that’s how old you had to be to get in it seemed.
A few weeks later now and she had made plans to meet with Ana here. Scope the music and dance, put a few of her own moves out and of course dress up. After much debate, several hours of it in fact, she’d chosen one of her many belly dancing outfits. A nice gold and black ensemble, not fitting for the cold outside. It would be warmer in the club or so the woman assumed seeing as how many bodies would be dancing around.
Aziza rubber her bare arms, crossing them over her bared stomach next, waiting in the line and peering around for any sign of Ana. They made plans to meet in line if possible. If not they could find each other at the bar because the dance floor would, hopefully, be the more crowded of the two.
WHEN: 3-6, Saturday, late night
WHERE: The Club (hip new dancing club/bar :O)
WHAT: All the single ladies dance the night away~ And maybe get drunk and have some drama happen *le gasp*
After the students in her class wouldn’t stop chattering and giggling in the corner of the classroom for several weeks she had to approach and ask what it was about. Instantly the details came out. A hot new dance club that put its brethren to shame with its dazzling lights, nice dance floor and (according to certain resources) a pretty ‘bitching’ bar. She wasn’t too sure what to think about the name. The Club was either supposed to be clever or ironic but it seemed to draw a lot of the college students 18 and over - that’s how old you had to be to get in it seemed.
A few weeks later now and she had made plans to meet with Ana here. Scope the music and dance, put a few of her own moves out and of course dress up. After much debate, several hours of it in fact, she’d chosen one of her many belly dancing outfits. A nice gold and black ensemble, not fitting for the cold outside. It would be warmer in the club or so the woman assumed seeing as how many bodies would be dancing around.
Aziza rubber her bare arms, crossing them over her bared stomach next, waiting in the line and peering around for any sign of Ana. They made plans to meet in line if possible. If not they could find each other at the bar because the dance floor would, hopefully, be the more crowded of the two.