Blonde hair whipped about wildly and arms and legs moved in rhythm to the drumming beat of man-made music. Cheering and clapping filled the air, capturing Meat's ears. The beat stopped as loud cheers raised the roof. Meat had rocked out the dance floor. She bowed low and gave thanks to the people who patted her on the back.
The crowd parted as the blonde made her way towards the bar, intent on getting another drink to quench her thirst.
"Hi loaf," Mustapha smirked, seeing one of her very favourite bohemians walking over, "nice dancing by the way, I don't think I've ever seen you so wild!" She laughed, noticing the tangles in the blondes hair.
Meat cast the younger Bohemian a cheeky grin, grabbing a bottle of beer and bringing it up to her lips to take a sip from it.
" Aye, love." she said nodding, strands of her blond hair sticking to her red cheeks from the sweat caused by her mad dancing. "Ah nae it's been awhile since Ah really let loose, an' let's just say... it felt great!" she laughed, throwing her head back and taking another long swig from the bottle in her hands.
" Hey, why don' ye go an' have a lil' dance out there yerself?" she then asked, arching an eyebrow at Mustapha. " Ah bet yer pretty good."
"Ah nae it's been awhile since Ah really let loose, an' let's just say... it felt great!"
"I bet it did Meat, you look like you're a little tucker'd out!" Mustapha laughed knowing not much could take down the Scot.
" Hey, why don' ye go an' have a lil' dance out there yerself? Ah bet yer pretty good."
Mustapha looked at the dance floor. "I dun'no Meat, I can't dance let alone walk a few metres without usually fallin' over." She laughed looking out at the crowd once more before drawing her eyes back to Meat, " 'sides, I dun'no any dances. You have to be really good by the looks of it or your only other excuse is you're drunk and I'm not allowed to drink." She said nodding slowly but a smile on her lips.
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"I dun'no Meat, I can't dance let alone walk a few metres without usually fallin' over. 'Sides, I dun'no any dances. You have to be really good by the looks of it or your only other excuse is you're drunk and I'm not allowed to drink."
Meat frowned slightly in her drunken haze.
" Now don' ye say that hen!" she said, mildly scolding the younger girl. " Anyone can dance, ye jus' gotta feel the beat of the music!"
The blond Scot stood up, grabbing Mustapha by her hands and hauling her to her feet. She then began swaying her hips and raising her arms up above her head, clapping her hands to the beat of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love".
" Jus' let go an' don' think love!" she instructed.
"How am I s'posed to not think when when I'm thinking so hard about NOT thinking?!" Mustapha yelled back over the music, confusing herself. She watched Meat and stuck her tongue out to the side thoughtfully. After a big warm up, she simply cocked one hip out and kicked her leg in a small, sheepish manner. "Ta da..." Mustapha grinned, knowing that wasn't dancing.
Meat rolled her eyes, and paused from her own dancing.
" Oh no love, yer nae getting awae' that easy!" she said. She reached out, not even thinking about what Mustapha's reaction would be, and grabbed the younger girl by her hips, making her sway to the beat, only letting go once she started dancing on her own.
" It's easy hen, much easier than the Ga Ga robotic moves!" she pointed out, doing a couple of the robotic dance moves of a Ga Ga Kid before going back to her own wild style.
Out of the blue, Mustapha's hips were gripped. She squeaked in shock and cast the older bohemian a funny look. "And the gaga girls thought Scaramouche was a lesbian..." She muttered, grinning never the less. Feeling mighty awkward standing there with a woman bumping around her hips, she picked up the beat and started swaying by herself, occasionally tossing her head or clicking her figners. Meat let go.
" It's easy hen, much easier than the Ga Ga robotic moves!"
"So true!!" Mustapha squealed back, laughing, remembering her dance lessons when she was little. She watched Meat and got a little inspiration, leaping into the air and clapping her hands underneath her feet before landing back down in a squatting position. She giggled and bopped a little. "How was that?"
Mustapha smiled and followed quickly so as not to lose the Scot in the swarming crowd of Bohemians rocking out, she watched erach one carefully,. picking up what they were doing before reaching the bar, where Meat was sipping her beer again.
Sitting herself up on the counter, she watched Meat drink and cocked her head to the side. As a small drop fell off the beer Mustapha asked, "Does that help you to dance?" nodding at the beverage and scratching behind her ear.
Meat arched her eyebrows slightly and stared first at Mustapha, then at the bottle in her gloved hands. She placed it back on the table and absentmindedly picked at some of the chipped, black nail polish on her fingernails, shrugging her shoulders.
" Ah guess... it helps yer not care much 'bout what other people think of ye... 'cos ye don' really think of yer own actions when yer drunk." she said slowly, shrugging once again.
"Oh..." Mustapha replied. She knew she wasn't allowed beer but it would have been nice not having to care what other people thought about her. "How old were you when you first drank?" She asked curiously. She had a feeling that if Meat had drunk early maybe that could help her argument... but then again... it was Meat she was talking about.
Meat blinked and furrowed her brow, trying to recall the first time she had a drink... but frankly, the blond Scot had so many wild drunken nights afterwards that she could hardly even remember how old she was.
" Ah think Ah was sixteen but tae be truly honest with yer... I can' really remember!"