>>5157604>>5157606>>5157621<span class="mu-s">13, 12, 8</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">!!PARTIAL SUCCESS!!</span></span>
Valiantly you lead Alex into the brutal melee, hips clashing as waists were thrashing. The moving group quickly envelopes both of you, separating you from your fellow pilot almost instantly. You were on your own now, but the pounding music wasted no time. Along with the movements of others you began to dance, seemingly any move or display welcome as people significantly more drunk then you didn't seem to mind. However you step badly and jook when you should jive, fumbling when you should slide. A few elbows and hips knocked you about, earning smiles from the individuals with extremely dilated eyes. But the harsh environment just made you learn fast and soon you were pulling out moves that others appreciate.
Within your inebriated haze a song hits you just right, the beat beepy, the bass swinging. The noise a robot would make in your mind and without any warning your arms were working stiffly, carving through the air. With just robotic movements you worked through the crowd. Spotting Alexander as you stomp about. The boy was carrying his own, clearly enjoying himself. But something caught your eyes. Another set of robot limps slipped from the crowd, one arm was actually robotic. The same woman from earlier appeared, heading towards you. You didn't have any other choice, the drinks fueling your dance craze and before you knew it she was next to you. Hip swaying from side to side as she worked her legs in between your own. She didn't seem to be bothered about what she touched as her own thigh crept up yours.
Your hips sway to match her own and soon she is pulling you through the crowd. You do your best to match her moves. Laughing softly as you go, spurred on. Spinning around she began to drive her considerable ass into your waist. Her friends from earlier making themselves known, you spotted Alex across the dancefloor through the smashing shapes of clubbers. The man grinning like a fool as you lock eyes. At some point Dimitri had joined the mass, his own usually worn face one of ecstatic glee as he locked and popped after the women in his vicinity. The drinks were leading you as the girls swapped places and the moves shifted, your body nestled between the moshing augmented bodies. The surreal flashing lights were claiming your attention as you felt a hand slip around your waist.
