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The club was dark and damp with the sweaty bodies dancing about. The Duolingo Owl could feel the sweat drop down his torso. He could feel the bodies rubbing up against him- whether they were purposeful in their rubbing or not was unknown. But the Duolingo owl didn’t have time for all the nameless faces and bodies in the club, he was here with a purpose and with reason.
His favorite dancer was on stage tonight. He had never missed a single one of her performances, and had vowed to never miss a future one.
The music started. An upbeat, but soft, tune. The stage lights turned on, and there she was. Sexy Furby. Her stage name- Furbalicous. Her hands (paws?) slid up the pole, bringing her body closer. She hoisted herself onto the pole wiht pure strength, and did an enticing and complicated dance routine.
As the music slowly came to an end, Furbalicious made her way off the pole and down into the audience. Duolingo had finally saved up enough from his low-paying waiter job to be able to afford it. A lap dance from Furbalicious herself. He held up his singles (and fives), and when he caught Furbalicious’s eye, he beckoned her over. He could tell she was off-put by his skin tight outfit, but also intrigued, because he’s hot and he knows it. As she made her way over, Duolingo could feel the worms of excitement in his veins- after all, he had been waiting months to save up for this, to build up the courage for this, and it was finally happening.
She was here. Furbalicious was here. In front of him. About to give him a lap dance.
She slid a hand up his thigh and seductively placed herself on his lap.
“Hey there,” she said
He couldn't respond, he was still reeling from the fact that his dreams were coming true. She continues whispering things in his ear. Although he couldn’t process what she was saying, he knew it was nothing monumental. She continued her dance, so perfect Duolingo didn’t even know what to say. He was sure there was nothing in the English lexicon that could describe how amazing Furbalicious was.
Almost as quick as it started, it ended. Furbalicious got her money, and went back behind the stage. Duolingo was still trying to recover from how amazing the lap dance was.
He knew he had to get up eventually. It was nearing 11pm, and although he didn’t have to be up for work tomorrow, he doesn’t like screwing up his sleep schedule too bad. Duolingo decided to get a couple whiskies from the bar before he left. The bartender, Kahoot, was one of his old friends. They had been besties since childhood, but drifted apart in their early adult life. Duolingo was thrilled to find that Kahoot worked at the bar near his apartment that he frequented.
“Nice job. Finally saved up enough for it? Was it worth it?” Kahoot asked while preparing his drink
“Dude, it was better than I ever could’ve imagined. It was absolutely mindblowing.” Duolingo responded, the enthusiasm clear in his voice.
“Fuck yeah, man. You gonna save up to get it again?” Kahoot said, handing Duolingo his whiskey.
“Yeah, ‘course dude. Is that even a question?” He answered, grabbing his drink.
They fell into a silence as Duolingo sipped on his drink. He was fighting the urge to chug it, but he knew from the last time that Kahoot wouldn’t be too happy with that. Just as he was about to take the last sip from his drink, he felt someone sit down next to him. Normally he wouldn’t pay mind, but as he looked over, this was no ordinary individual. This person was hot as fuck. And from the way they were eyeing Duolingo, he could guess they felt the same about him.
The stranger and Duolingo stared at each other for a bit, before the stranger asked Duolingo if he wanted to dance, which of course Duolingo said yes to. As they made their way to the dance floor, Duolingo learned the guy’s name was Hooty, and that he was new to the town and had decided to make the bar one of his first outings.
The song playing was Take It Off by Ke$ha, and it had just started. This was one of Duolingo’s favorite clubbing songs, and he was totally ready to dance to it. (I have no idea how to write club dancing, sexy dancing, or any of the things I had in mind, so just pretend i wrote it. There was grinding and such involved)
Duolingo didn’t know how long it had been, but the dancing and the drinking had definitely affected him, definitely in a positive way though. Hooty had him pressed up against the wall outside the bar, and as they had been walking out earlier Duolingo could've sworn he heard Kahoot wolf whistle, the bastard.
Duolingo could hear Hooty saying something, but didn’t know what. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, did you want to head back to my place,” he said in a low voice.
Duolingo had never said a quicker and more sure yes in his life.