Bomba giggled, and nodded. "We should!" She said inspired. "It'd be awesome." She started moving with the music too, and after a few minutes, and a few more swigs of tequila, and Bomba was belting out the lyrics, standing on the couch and jumping to a chair.
Bomba did not have a bad voice, she had actually thought of going into music, but it was too "normal" for her, and she didn't want to be seen as clinging to her father's coat-tails, and undulated with the music as she sang. "You told me all about your dreams You were so deep, Or so it seemed Although I'm young, I'm not naive I am not easy to deceive
I see the danger that lies beyond your eyes And I wanna scream when you're rubbing on my thighs I know I should but I can't say no, I won't. Troublemaker, gotta let you go, ooh Trouble trouble Troublemaker"