- >Bourbon, on the rocks
- >You tensely await the inevitable question....
- >...and end up staring stupidly as the bartender turns away with a grunt
- >They don't even ID you here?
- >Goddamn
- >....and 'goddamn' is exactly what you'd use to describe that midnight haired beauty standing by tha dance floor
- >She be lookin lonely. Why?
- >You catch Kiyo exiting stage left
- >That nigg.
- >Well, maybe you can just cozy on up to her in his absence
- >You. Me. Dance floor.
- >A surprised Luna looks up, as though snapping out of a daze.
- "You...want to dance?"
- >Hail yuh bby
- "Oh..."
- >A reluctant smile, glance at the door
- "Sure."
- >You take her hand, give it a kiss
- >(bitches love hand kisses)
- >And lead her out on the dance floor
- >Seconds in, you feelin da fever
- >Risin up, back in the club
- >Took your time, now your dancin
- >You're goin the distance and you're not gonna stop
- >Just a man, and your will to JIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEE
- >You're lost in it, lookin in dem eyes
- >Got this feelin deep down inside
- >Give a powerful thrust, suggestive yet quirky, so she laughs instead of slaps the shit outta your stupid ass
- >Never gonn give you up baby
- >Never gonn let you down- fuck, Luna, you okay?
- >Not my fault you tripped... On my feet
- >Baby we ain't nothin but mammals
- >Lets do it like- oh.
- >I think she's done
- >Goddammit that's the best moon you've seen in years
- >GEDDIT
- >Giggity
- >Luna just returns to her spot, looking back at the door, smiling at you
- >b-baka
- >But not because she has much interest in you
- >It's cuz you're stupid.
- >You down that Bourbon like nobody's business.
- >Goddammit, Kiyo, you woman charmer, you.
- >Normal girls-- Iiiiiiii mean guys -- like you don't stand a [spoiler]apple's[/spoiler] chance in the [spoiler]apple farm[/spoiler]