The sounds of constant teenage drama fades from his mind as Abba circulates around on the loudspeakers. He watches her head toss back, her blonde hair, glowing in the neon bar lights, swaying in tune with the music. Her eyes close and the worries of the world fade from her beautiful face. He can almost see the music mix with the liquor that flows through her body; combining with the light of her beauty and the glow from her soul.
He stands up and takes her empty, unnoticed mug. Going to the bar, he orders two more Guinness and turns to watch her again. In the time it took him to reach the bar, she had let the music take full control of her. She stands on a wobbly chair, one of the ones you would find at a low budget school library, and dances with enviable grace and freedom. Her eyes are closed and her waist sways in a seductive rhythm, challenging the manhood of every male in eyesight. He watches the eyes of every man covet her; desire her, before his own eyes go back to their admiration for her beauty in motion.
The song comes to an end, but her dance doesn't. Her hair moves with the music she still hears in her head, her face glows with acoustic ecstasy. Her body moves with sensual grace and he cant help but fall for her. Slowly he walks to her and takes her hand, helping her down from her small stage. He hands her the dark brew, his eyes shining with his feelings; hers glow with the moment and friendship.
1 comment:
This sounds like something I would do, haha. And I really like this piece and would LOVE it even more if you turned it into a short story. I really really love the mention of ABBA since I really love them <3 Nice piece.
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