Re: Dance floor, but nearer the bar: Lin/Sam/Tess
Sam was weirded out by Lin's lack of penis for like two secs, yeah? Because she was younger than she'd been the last time she saw him. Like seriously way younger. She was even younger than she'd been the last time Tess saw her. But fuck it. Any self-consciousness she'd developed over the years in Vegas (and since then) was absolutely not in fucking attendance. She hugged them both - huge fucking sloppy hugs. She grabbed for Lin's dick, just to verify it wasn't there - yeah, nope, definite clitty. She fluffed Tessy's hair just like old times, and she commented that she was glad the zombies hadn't devoured her only non-bitch, non-straitjacket sister. Being left with a bunch of nad-thinking brothers would have seriously sucked balls. (Hah!)
So, greetings out of the way, it was time to crash. And she remembered how to crash. She was good at that shit.
She stood at the edge of the dance floor with the hot blonde in hella neon pink, and the sexy strumpet in red, and she smiled a smile that was only lacking a gap between her front teeth to be familiar. She wasnt' wearing a dress, but hey, velvet, and her shirt was sparkly and see-thru. That made up for it, especially since there weren't any scars until the silky black.
"They're basic. They're Golden Girls, yeah?" she said of the dancers when Linny sadly commented that they sucked. The people weren't old, but the dancing was. Yeah, ok, some of the people were old too, but she thought old could be hot. She was into old. Old!hot, or whatever, but not here. Yeah, no. She grinned at Tessy. "For old times, yeah?" Because she and Tessy loved this dancing thing. Srsly, for white Jersey girls they could move.
Bold as she'd been before life went to shit, she grabbed Linny's hand, and she tugged on Tessy's strap, and she tugged them out beneath the twinkling lights that made her think of romance and missing dudes and fuck that.