murder on the DANCE floor {MAK}

[prim]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

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Prim needed a night out – or so she did according to one of her class mates at Uni. According to Sian in fact, Prim was in very much need of several other things, many of them requiring a male counterpart, but Prim had managed to shut her up and stop delving into so much detail by promising to go out tonight, with Sian and some of her friends and their boyfriends... and well. She had said yes, and Prim generally stuck to her word. She had even tried really hard picking clothes from her wardrobe to look normal, sticking to a plain black dress and belt, leaving her hair in loose curls. For a long moment, Prim stared at herself in the small mirror in her orphanage room, taking it in. The scars on her left shoulder were somewhat visible, and she turned, looking at the mottle skin. Prim had never tried to hide them, her scars, had always been quite proud of them in a strange way – they showed she was a survivor, and they reminded her of her parents.

She sat on her bed and wiggled her toes, staring at the tights. She would have liked to wear bright yellow tights, or maybe something with polka dots... but she had rung Sian with her style dilemma and these plain black things were what they had decided.... at least they had some pattern on the leg... at least they had two shades.

Of course, her shoes were a complete other story – but she didn’t feel like her if she didn’t have something a just a littlewild on, and having compromised on every other item in her wardrobe, she had grabbed the pair of brightly coloured and multi fabricated heels from under her bed with a sly smile. These girls might want her to dress normal to be seen with them, which was fair enough, but there was enough go a roguish side in prim to sneak these things into her ensemble too.

And so, this was how Primrose Maia Thatcher found herself sat in a corner of a club named Walkabout, feeling very much like a 17th tyre on a sixteen wheeler bus. She wasn;t even sure what she was drinking, and the underage girl kept glancing nervously at the bar, the front door, expecting to be throw out at any minute – she was somewhat surprised she had been allowed in at all. She hadn’t even show her ID. Still, for now Prim crossed her legs and watched the girls she had come out with dance with boyfriends and strangers, grind against each other in a manner that was uncomfortable to watch. It didn’t take long for Prim’s gaze to fall to the chocolate coloured liquid in her glass. Not for the second time that night, Prim wondered exactly what it was – still, she thought as she sipped its contents, the sugar from the rim sticking to her lips, at least it was sweet.

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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Makayla felt as if she was become an old woman now. Seriously right after the New Year had rang in she turned 30, but she was one that wasn’t facing the fact that she was now 30 she told herself she is now going down in age! Seriously, she has a momma who looks like she can be her sister. Her momma must be feeling very old now. Kayla’s father did not look as old as he was so either their genes had some good strong DNA in them, but one thing was for sure they couldn’t live forever. It would be a nice trick if they could, but they can’t. Many people she knew were having kids and settling down getting married doing the whole ‘white picket fence thing’ but that was far from how Makayla was rolling for the time being. Even her little sister had gotten married and was having kids. She will have between her siblings now three kids to spoil. Her sister has two and her brother Clayton has one… Then there is her brother NERD who has already been threw a divorce. He is younger then she herself is. Can they not see why she isn’t ready to settle down yet?

So here, she was getting dressed to go out to a club and dance the night away. Who knows for sure whom she will run into? She just wanted to get out of the house and have some fun. She had only been home a few days and already was stir crazy and soon it would be that time again getting back to work and being dropped back into her crazy hectic life style. She promised to check in with her family more seeing as she and her sister were now on speaking terms and Makayla was no longer avoiding her to protect her. She did more damage by staying away… The family front was good and that ex of her brothers was lucky that Kay didn’t see her and beat her to a pulp. She was one thing Kayla really hated now. She was trying to take her brother for all he is worth and getting out and not thinking of that would be a plus too because Kayla so wanted to lay into that woman.

Kayla dressed up nicely, and headed down town to this club called the Walkabout. It wasn’t one Makayla usually went into, but she figured what the hell and gave it a go entering the place she headed straight for the bar. She could really use a drink. “Is this seat taken?” Makayla asked this pretty young girl sitting at the bar, she had seemed to be looking in the distance at her friends basically dry humping each other in the crowd. She remembered them days. Once it was said she could sit down, “ I am Makayla and you are?” she asked offering the girl her hand for a shake. “ What is a beautiful girl like yourself doing sitting here all by your lonesome you should be out there shaking what your momma gave you on that dance floor.” Makayla told the young girl who was next to her. She didn’t know this wasn’t Prim’s scene or anything like that for all Kay knew was she came to this club often with her friends.

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[prim]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

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Prim felt the ever familiar tug pg loneliness nestle itself in her chest, taking root in the girls very spirit. It was strange really, how she could be surrounded by all these people, a few of whom she knew and most of whom she did not, and still feel like she was on an island in the middle of the ocean, where few if any could ever reach her. She sipped at her drink cautiously, letting the sweet liquid linger on her tongue before it slid down her throat, the alcohol warming on the way down. Strange, she at least was finding solace in the warmth her drink offered her, for she found none in the movements of her ‘friends’ or in the looks of some of the guys at the other end of the bar. As another one attempted to catch her eye, prim ignored him, and focused on staring into her glass, creating a small whirlpool within the confines of her sugar rimmed world.

A world she was pulled out off abruptly by a feminine voice. Though somewhat relived it wasn’t a guy, and at the same time crestfallen it wasn’t one of her friends (who seemed to have forgotten all about Prim right then)Prim smiled and motioned with her hand that the seat was free, half expecting that to be all. Imagine her surprise then when, as Prim discovered when she looked up from the depths of her cocktail, that the pretty older woman seemed intent on striking up some form of conversation. She might not admit it, or show it outwardly, but it certainly made this young girl feel better.

Of course, this didn’t stop her from blushing and murmuring a thank you in her direction at her compliment – Prim had never taken compliments well, and very much suffered from ugly duckling syndrome... fair enough she liked her clothes and pretty things, but did she see herself the same way? Of course not. When Primrose Thatcher looked in the mirror she saw the fourteen year old girl with pimples and braces who was yet to grow into her body, not the young woman who really sat there today.

She took the girls fingers however and smiled, giving them a little shake. ”My name is Prim”She said quietly, repeating herself a little louder when she realised she could hardly be heard over the noise. ”...And... I guess because I have no one to dance with. Unsure as to why her lips were so loose with this other woman, prim managed to surprise herself further with her next words. ”Would you like to dance?”The girls small smile turned into a grin as she offered a hand – well hell she thought, somewhat influenced by the drug now running in her system, she was here to have some fun too, and she’d be damned if she let her friend dress her like this, in these modest clothes that were in no way her, to just sit and watch them all night. And there was no danger in dancing with this other woman now, was there?
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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

Shaking what her momma gave her was something Makayla does best. She was one always dancing about or something. It was how she stayed fit. She loved to sing, dance, perform and shake her ass on the dance floor. Makayla loved how she could make this girl blush with the slightest compliment. Makayla thought the girl was pretty she had told Makayla that her name is Prim. Pretty name for a pretty girl. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” It wasn’t a lie in the least. Prim probably would think she was lying, but Makayla wasn’t. Makayla was always one to put it out there how it is.

She was the type to tell you that you are being stupid when you are. She asked Prim why she wasn’t out there shaking her bum with her friends. She had replied that she had no one to dance with. “ They wouldn’t let you dance with them? What kind of friends are they leaving you here all by your lonesome.” it really wasn’t right that they did that to her, but the girls next words actually shocked Makayla. She had seemed like a shy bean a little bit so it was a shock that she was asking her to dance.

“ I would love to.” Makayla had said sipping down her drink, and placing the glass back down onto the bars counter, “ Do you want to finish that before we go?” Kayla asked referring to the drink that Prim had, before taking Prim’s hand to go out to the dance floor. It surely will show her friends that their friend has a wild side to her and shouldn’t be left alone at a bar by herself with their shit as they dance the night away. Prim should be able to do what she wants. Once they were ready they both headed out to the dance floor the music blaring and people surely were eyeing them.

It was something Kayla was used to she was always being watched and gawked at like a piece of meat on a hook, but she learned to tune it out. She hoped that it didn’t make Prim run off thinking she shouldn’t be doing this. There was nothing wrong with them just dancing now was it? Sure, Kayla was now the one into chicks, but for Kayla prim would be royal jail bait, but since when had that stopped Makayla. She could taint the little lady just a bit what harm could it do? Prim might find she has a wilder side to her. Makayla pulled her close on the dance floor to bump and grind with her and whispered in her ear. ” Is this your first time here?” she asked curious as a big playful kitten.

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[prim]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

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Primrose put her new found boldness down to the alcoholic drink in her sugar rimmed glass, and the resulting warmth in her belly, the slight fuzziness in her head. Of course, it didn’t stop the rouge rising in her cheeks at the others woman’s compliments, causing the petite blonde to duck her head and look deep into her glass, chewing on the corner of her lip. She looked up though when she mentioned her friends, feeling as always the need to defend them. ”Oh no.. I mean... they are here with their boyfriends, and i guess i’m just like a spare wheel...” Prim shrugged, realising how useless the excuse sounded, even to her own ears, even it was truth. They did all have boyfriends, leaving prim as the only single one. This might be a good opportunity to get one perhaps, or at least have some fun... but Prim just wasn’t one of those girls.

Nodding, prim finished her drink and slid from her stool, taking a second to balance herself on her heels. Though she didn’t often wear flats, she did not often wear heels as big as these either, and it took her a second before she was confident enough to walk in the damn things without falling flat on her face. When she was sure however, she smiled and took Makayla’s hand, grinning as she was led onto the dance floor. Perhaps tonight wasn’t going to be a complete waste of the girls time.. or the hard work she had put into choosing a dress her friends thought would be ‘suitable’. Though, if she were being honest, prim still longed for the one she had brought from the thrift store the week before.

She giggled as Makayla pulled her close to dance, and followed her movements as best she could, grinning like the fool she truly was. She was having fun, and she could see her friends watching and grinning too, and it made the girl feel good. Where is the problem with that? Prim could not see one. She nodded at the girls words, leaning in close to talk into her ear – the music was loud enough that she could barely hear her otherwise. ”Ye... i don’t go out often. Do you come here much?”


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[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

It was always good to get out and drink and dance her troubles away it was something Makayla liked to do to get loose. It helped after a hard days work and does help work off the caffeinated buzz she gets drinking the massive amounts of coffee she drinks. She gets that from her daddy he was a coffee addict and she is addicted to it as if it was some sort of designer drug. She came here often so she didn’t have to wait in that huge line outside, and she loved dancing the night away and was really flirting it up with this Prim even if the girl was jail bait. Prim tried to make excuse as to why she was there alone and that her friends were out there dancing it up. “ Spare wheel … Pish posh they shouldn’t treat you as such. They could have let you dance with them.” She told the dear girl. Seriously she should have to watch them have all the fun now should she. “ But, you know there loss is my gain.” Makayla said playfully with a wink. It was true.

It was shocking Prim had asked her to dance and how could she say no. She couldn’t she loved to dance and this gorgeous little thing needed to get her own grove on and show her friends that she too can have fun. Makayla didn’t really know how old the girl was or that she was indeed jail bait still, but a little bump and grinding on the dance floor never hurt anyone right? Dancing along with the melody of the beat she seen Prim’s friends and they were watching her and grinning at her so that was a good sign at least they weren’t mad she left the bar or something that would have just been wrong, on so many levels. Prim had leaned into whisper in her ear since the music is so loud and well Prim she had a soft sweet voice and it was always much louder on the floor then at the bar between the music and the raving crowds.

Makayla heard what she asked, and leaned close to her ear to reply to her question and the girl had a unique smell to her. It was a mixture of whatever she was wearing and what she had been drinking. “You should go out more you would love it so much to see and do.” Kayla had told her and it was true in this city the party never stops and Makayla was one that was always on the go. Life was busy she was one that things that sleep is for when you are dead or when you have an overly rambunctious night in the sack. “ I come here often yes. It is busy tonight. I will have to give you my number we can hook up and come together sometime maybe?” Makayla said winking playfully at her and loved this and was having fun and she hoped that Prim was enjoying herself as well. “ Are you having fun?” Makayla asked her.

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