Hayley complied to Serena's wishes and drained her drink before returning to the stage. She didn't usually like to be the center of attention, but it didn't matter right now. Everything was starting to get blurry at this point. Time was moving slowly, the faces around her were getting blurry and even the sounds around her were becoming muted. Nothing else mattered. She and Serena were in their own little drunken world, just hooked one each other and every sensation passing between them.
It seemed like hours passed with them on stage, their hands all moving over each other, much more familiarly, intimately. She couldn't even count how many songs they'd danced through until Serena called another break and grabbed Hayley again to lead her away, presumably back to the bar for more drinking.
Before she knew it, Serena was pulling her into a different room, a quiet, private room, and heat flooded Hayley's body. Her hands clutched into the fabric of Serena's dress and she let out a loud groan when her back hit the wall. It felt like they were still out there on that stage; the pulsing, pounding beat still shook through this room, and her body still moved in a smooth rhythm with Serena's. She let out a soft growl, lifting her hands to Serena's face as she kissed her passionately. The wolf was getting closer and closer to the surface, and she was starting to feel a little more raw and...animalistic.
Decided that she wanted to be the one to take control, Hayley wrapped her arms fully around Serena and pushed her forward to the other side of the fitting room, so she was the one with her back against the wall.