Who: Gilbert and Jo When: September 8th Where: Old abandoned warehouse on the docks What: Glow sticks, pounding beats and maybe just a hint of dancing. These two were a set made in heaven.
Oh he liked this girl already. He took the two sticks, cracking one, sticking the other in his waistband, after all, he only had one free hand. One holding the electrifyingly blue glowstick, the one slunk around the tantalizing hips, squeezing her close, finger tracing a circle in her revealed skin for a moment.
Alright day 1 and he was already potentially getting laid. Nice.
"I'm Gilbert," he called over the thundering beat, letting her lead, figuring that this girl actually knew what she was doing instead of the dozens of girls flailing around the floor.
Gilbert had to lean down, chin resting somewhere near her shoulder, using this as an excuse to pulled her a little tighter. "Awesome- Jo is cool." he said, grinning widely, "Germany, 'round Berlin, been living with my brother." The song changed, more trance-like, with low and deep pulses.
His hips slowed, a little thrown. He was used to the kind of music you could absolutely freak out to, not his.. soulful almost hippie-shit. God he hated hippies.
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Alright day 1 and he was already potentially getting laid. Nice.
"I'm Gilbert," he called over the thundering beat, letting her lead, figuring that this girl actually knew what she was doing instead of the dozens of girls flailing around the floor.
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His hips slowed, a little thrown. He was used to the kind of music you could absolutely freak out to, not his.. soulful almost hippie-shit. God he hated hippies.
Hated.
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