Boy, you got legs for a reason
WHO: Heracles & Nicoleta
WHEN: Friday the 13th, 10 pm
WHERE: Some Eastern European-inspired club
WHAT: Raise yo paid bottles of beer and HAIL THE DANCING KING AND QUEEN because they're getting free alcohol.
The reason why she didn't hate this club was because there were no lurid lights everywhere and it was less chaotic. No heavy music, no mouthmushing songs that sounded like they came from the gutter. The atmosphere seemed more fun and light-hearted instead of the tense playgrounds colored with wiles and desire. Not that she didn't think those are fun too - she just thought this place would be more nice to hang out with Heracles. She was a bit embarrassed to go at first, slightly bashful that some feelings would surface, but wanted to have some fun nonetheless.
She wanted to celebrate an unlucky day by dancing it away. It made sense. Though she felt very keen that night; something utterly out of the norm. Her superstitions hung close to her bosom.
Nicoleta wore a white v-neck form-fitting shirt that revealed an ample amount of cleavage, black tights, and moderately high black heels. She considered a little modesty by wearing a slightly oversized jacket but let it hang loosely from both sides. She was sitting by the bar with Heracles with water in her hands, a slender leg over the other, and discerning eyes that stared at the fellows on the dance floor. Smirking, she nudged Heracles, "Hey frate, you in the dancing mood?"
WHEN: Friday the 13th, 10 pm
WHERE: Some Eastern European-inspired club
WHAT: Raise yo paid bottles of beer and HAIL THE DANCING KING AND QUEEN because they're getting free alcohol.
The reason why she didn't hate this club was because there were no lurid lights everywhere and it was less chaotic. No heavy music, no mouthmushing songs that sounded like they came from the gutter. The atmosphere seemed more fun and light-hearted instead of the tense playgrounds colored with wiles and desire. Not that she didn't think those are fun too - she just thought this place would be more nice to hang out with Heracles. She was a bit embarrassed to go at first, slightly bashful that some feelings would surface, but wanted to have some fun nonetheless.
She wanted to celebrate an unlucky day by dancing it away. It made sense. Though she felt very keen that night; something utterly out of the norm. Her superstitions hung close to her bosom.
Nicoleta wore a white v-neck form-fitting shirt that revealed an ample amount of cleavage, black tights, and moderately high black heels. She considered a little modesty by wearing a slightly oversized jacket but let it hang loosely from both sides. She was sitting by the bar with Heracles with water in her hands, a slender leg over the other, and discerning eyes that stared at the fellows on the dance floor. Smirking, she nudged Heracles, "Hey frate, you in the dancing mood?"