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Out on the dancefloor were many other couples all pressed up against each other and grinding. To a fucking Muse song? Dan thought, whipping his head around, judging everyone in his path. Phil was a few feet ahead of him. Dan made sure that he never lost sight of the tall –but not quite as tall as him—male.
The group stopped in an area that wasn’t as dense as the rest of the dancefloor. Few people still populated in that general area, but at least they were all together. PJ and Chris danced together a few ways away, and Phil had begun his awkward dance once again. Dan stopped slightly in a trance as he stared at the three as they thrashed around, somewhat, to the beat of the song.
“Come on, Dan. Dance!” Phil grabbed the brunet by the wrist again. The colors returned, this time making Dan jump back and into another dancing couple. Phil’s bright eyes went wide with concern, pulling his arms back in towards his chest. “Oh my god, are you all right?” Maybe Phil hadn’t noticed the colors?
“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just—dancing…ya know?” Phil smiled lightly, a chuckle beginning to bubble from his thin lips. “You’re the one that said that you’re better than me at dancing. So come on. Show me.” Dan rolled his eyes and looked over towards PJ or Chris, but neither paid any attention. Both were too busy dancing with the other to even notice. “You know, I will show you—because I do know how to dance. Better than you.” A snarky tone took over Dan’s voice. There was a bit of challenging in it, as well as a joking bite. “Okay then, floor is yours, mate.” The brunet took a step back, his arms raised up in defeat.
Dan started out simple enough, just moving along awkwardly to the beat, arms and legs shuffling around. “Oi, I know you can do better than that.” This caused Dan to throw his arms up wildly, swaying to the now changed song. Phil laughed along happily for the few moments that Dan had really thrown himself into the dancing—that was until he’d literally thrown himself and landed into the couple dancing a few inches away.
“Sorry!” He called out; hands rising up to try and assure that the couple weren’t going to yell at him. “Sorry.” Dan tried again as the two rushed off in the opposite direction. The happiness and the carefree attitude that he’d just felt had demolished, replaced with the empty sinking feeling of embarrassment. The only thing that now anchored him back was the soothing touch of Phil behind him.
“Hey, Dan, it’s fine,” Phil’s kind eyes shone even brighter under the fluorescent neon colors on the dancefloor, now even more illuminated by the lovely yellow that surrounded him as his hand was still lazily placed on Dan’s shoulder. “You also win the dance battle portion of the night. Hitting a man in the face actually earns you double points.”
“Oh, so there’s a point system for the night now?” Phil nodded kindly, “And luckily I’ve been keeping points all night so far.” Dan couldn’t help but to smile dismissively at the adorable things that came out of his new friend’s mouth. “You’ll have to tell me who wins at the end of the night.”
“Of course, it wouldn’t be a fair game otherwise.”
Back at the table, the pair had begun to talk about random things, such as childhood and what they were doing for work. Both traded stories back and forth, laughing and joking around until PJ and Chris returned to the table in a sweaty, bubbly mess.
“Now, it looks like you crazy kids are having a groovy time.” The two lovers sat down in their seats again, both smiling like idiots as they did so, “Ye-heh, Peej…looks like we did. Did we? I think we did.” Dan laid a feeble hand on his new companion’s shoulder, never one to embrace physical touch but suddenly feeling the need to see that beautiful, heavenly pale golden tint that encased the ebony haired man at his side. “I-I am having fun. Don’t think that I’m not having fun.” He poked at the hand that still lay in contact with his funky patterned shirt, “This is fun.” He whispered, peeking around at each of the three sitting around the booth.
PJ drummed on the table to the beat of whatever song had been playing in the background. He probably didn’t even know it, truth be told, but the awkward silence that followed the little confirmation of having fun made everything…awkward. So now PJ drummed, Chris starred off at nothing, Phil danced slightly in his seat, and Dan awkwardly brooded and thought endlessly of what to say next—all sat silently with nothing else to say. “Well, Dan…Dan-O…what exactly were you up to before we called you up? I mean, are you all right now?”
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? A-are you…ill?” The wavy haired male across the table gave a frightful look, his eyebrows dropping down to his glowing green eyes. “Uh, I’m fine now. But ya know. It’s life and stuff. It’ll happen sometimes.” His fringe fell down in his face a bit more. The hair tickled his eyebrow, but he continued to cower closer and further down towards his chest. “Do you need to talk about it, Dan?”
“No, thank you. Like I said, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Another moment passed without anyone saying anything.
“Well, you know what? We should probably get going…” PJ turned to his soulmate, who was already eagerly grinning from one ear to the other, “And this is…acccctually just the first stop on our long list of things fun things to do tonight!”
“Yay. I love fun things.”