Oh delicious dance. Female hips swayed back and forth one the dance floor while different hued lights flashed. Idina's eyes were closed and she was moving by herself almost in a trance to the slower tribal sounding techno music. This beat was righteous, a delicious mix of ethereal vocals and bumping beats. Her curves of her hips were showing slightly out of the top of the short red and black striped skirt she was wearing. Her shirt cut off a little ways under her breasts so her stomach was showing. She had dressed for success tonight, or at least that's what she thought of it.
Her hair was up in two little buns like pigtails and some strands fell down around her face. The red hair floated back and forth and she moved her hips and arms to the beat, looking sort of like a belly dancer. She wasn't so concerned at the moment with who she would go home with, which home would they go to, if she needed to find Frazier for a boost, or what she was going to do later. She was completely lost in that beat, the music heavy in her mind blocking anything else from getting in the way. It felt good that way, really good. She'd have to thank the dj later.
A couple people brushed passed her trying to get her attention. She'd open her eyes briefly then look away. This was sacred time, sacred happy time. She even had a small smile on her face. She was itching for a partner to dance with, then after the dancing she could talk to people. So many people just wanted to go straight for the prize. She liked the build up, the hunt before hand, the teetering feeling of not knowing exactly where the conversation was going. It made the prize worth more.
Her hands lifted up into the air over her head as the beat got harder. She could feel the heat from the people around her heavy on her skin. It was such a feeling, to be a part of the floor but separate. She hummed the beat to herself her hands twisting in the flashing lights and fog from the machines. The people around her kept glancing over their shoulders at the lost woman. Perhaps she should have stopped Frazier gotten a little drug to make this more. She hadn't been keeping track of who the DJ was going to be tonight and they were gooood.
A small growl rested in her throat as her hips twisted and her legs moved. She continued for a moment before realizing she was growling, her hand went to her throat as she stopped. Her eyes remained closed trying to ignore the feeling of confusion. Her hand slid down her chest and passed her stomach slowly to the music. She needed to finish her dance first. Rushing off the dance floor for a drink to silence wasn't gonna help this tension in her body, dancing would though.
Dancing fixed all those wounds.
