He just chuckled and shook his head. You thought about bothering Prowler real quick to see where his head was it, but he was already on his second beer, so you decided to let him enjoy it for a while.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4jtIDaeaWIThe song began without warning, with Benga scatting and her friend clapping along with the beat. The rhythm quickly became contagious, as you, Cat and Flint brought your hands together to match Araña’s pace.
The words crawled up a blue tinted screen in white text, while the music video for the song was projected onto the wall behind them. And it wasn’t long after this that the two girls broke into a synchronized dance that practically mirrored that of the dancers in the video, with a few improvised moves mixed in for good measure.
Felicia was practically screaming her encouragement of the two during their performance, and Ember was hard pressed to peel her eyes off of them while she was still browsing through the catalog.
Those girls were phenomenal on the dance floor. They played off of each other well, seeming as if they’d practiced this routine many times before. It became easy for you to picture them putting on a performance for passersby and tourists out in the streets of Las Vegas.
Maybe this had been something that they did often before they came under Gloria’s employ.
Unfortunately however, the song was only about three minutes long, and their performance was over before you knew it. Cheers erupted from everyone present at the party. Some were more enthusiastic than others, though.
It was you.
<span class="mu-i">You</span> were more enthusiastic than others. And Black Cat, but you weren’t sure if that was because she was genuinely impressed, or if she was starting to get a bit sloshed.
<span class="mu-r">“Now <span class="mu-i">that</span> is going to be a hard performance to beat. I’m gonna need some liquid courage.”</span> you said, snagging a cold beer with one webline, and Araña’s microphone with the other.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey!”</span> she cried.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, you were done anyway. Go grab a juice-box or something. You’re probably getting dehydrated after all that dancing.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Fine. I bet it would be better than the gut-rot that you had your boy pick up.”</span> Araña said, giving you a cheeky grin and walking off towards the refreshments table with Benga trailing behind her. Flint looked mildly offended by that, since he had been the one to pick out the beer. But looking back on it, maybe it had been a bad idea to let the only guy without taste buds pick out the drinks.
That didn't mean that his tastes prior to the transformation had been stellar, though. And it probably had no bearing on his choices tonight, but you did find yourself amused at the irony of it all.
<span class="mu-r">"Scuse me. Just need to borrow this for a sec."</span> you said, suspending your beer on a webline that was hanging from the ceiling, and using your free hand to snatch the tablet out of Ember's hands.
(Cont.)
