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The dance floor is a writhing beast, its pulse jumping with the beat, its teeth, in the form of swinging elbows and gyrating hips, trapping Carlos in the middle of it, separated from his friends, but not concerned. No, instead he lets himself be taken by the beast, lets its rhythm work its way into his body, lets the lights and sounds and smells and overwhelming darkness of it all fill him as he loses himself, jumps with the pulse, swing with the teeth and get lost in the rush of blood through his veins. He squeezes his eyes shut and roars along with the choruses, the five lines everyone in the club seems to know even as they cheer and yell and cry through the verses.
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Night Clubs and dancing and smut all the way