Four On The Floor [open]

[steph]

Stephanie A. Moore

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Well the bottles getting lower again my friend
And hard times are trying it's best to get in
The bottles getting lower again my friend
So do yourself a shot and lets start to sin

It was a Friday night, another long week at College, but she was making it so far. The air was thick with the heat from the people on the dance floor. The joyful hollering and the sound of boots smacking the hard wood floor made her smile and she felt relaxed. This pace had been a popular for her friends to come to on the weekends, of course they couldn't drink, but the dancing was what they came for, and the mouth watering food. It was a great place and she had always had a good time here. Though she never got to dance because she wouldn't go out on that floor unless she had a partner and no matter how pretty she was everyone always seemed to have a partner. She enjoyed watching others dance on the floor though, and singing along to the music. She only danced once on that floor and that was with her ex boyfriend, if you wanted to call him that. Her first fling that started when she was seventeen. She still didn't understand what had happened between them though now it didn't matter much. That last time she heard from him was the week before she went to college as he tried to get her back, claiming he still loved her. She didn't go back though cause she was much to strong to go crawling back and have the same thing happen again. Shaking her head she took another swig of her tea and sighed smiling at the waitress and thanking her as she took away her empty plate, where food once laid. Once she left Steph's bright blue eyes looked to the dance floor silently yearning to go dance. She wanted to learn to line dance so badly, but she never found anyone to teach her and she had always found herself sitting at this vary table. Though this place held memories from her high school days and made her smile as they surfaced within her mind. She had, had some crazy times in high school and with her first year of college down she had found she still didn't make many friends. It didn't bother her much, she lived beside one of her high school friends and would always hang out with him when he was free. Drawing her eyes away from the dance floor her eyes wandered, looking around at the crowd of people, some fairly familiar and most completely strange. She merely smiled and nodded her head politely to anyone who passed. She seemed rather content with sitting all alone, though she was up for some random company. Glancing to the time on her phone she figured she had about an hour before she should get back home to her two dogs and get them fed. Looking back to the floor she watched the coupes dance and twirl and listened to the song that was playing. Tonight she was sporting her white tank top with a nice pair of faded blue jeans and her light brown Carolina boots. Wasn't a fancy outfit, just her normal attire. She never really liked to get dressed up, she hated dresses and didn't much like skirts. She was your tee shirt and jeans kinda tomboy, she rarely wore make-up either. She was a simple kinda girl and she didn't fancy all that crap on her face.

Tag: Open
Words: 640 w/ works
Notes: Finally got a post for her up ^^

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