hey dude i hate everything you do // o - dance

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IF YOU WANT OFF THIS RIDE [abbr="Oni speech, Oni thoughts, Oni reference"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]x[/abbr] NOW'S YOUR CHANCE

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Iota's hips waggled, her body contorting as she attempted to pull off whatever dance moves were possible with her feline body that had been caressed with the enticing touch of alcohol. More and more of her Tangler pals had begun to arrive around the dancing area, and more and more of them choosing not to dance. Freyja, however, happily obliged to dance, and waited for her sister to join her in a synthetic symphony of pirouettes and gyrations, albeit forcefully provoked by Valo-kas. Iota scoffed. She enjoyed her social bondings with her friends, yes; however, when it came to an intimate activity such as dancing, if she couldn't be with someone special, she'd rather go it alone and attempt to rally the party solo. This was why she so quickly rejected Barbedwire's proposal to dance, and rather hastily yet slurred -- she was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. She didn't want to hurt her though; they'd both had a few drinks, so maybe it wouldn't go to her head as much.
"Uh, yeah, I'll pass, Barb. Dancing alone is more my style."
She laughed loudly, drunkenly, for a moment, then calmed herself down. Damn, am I really this tipsy already?
In any case, she felt gooooooood.
She continued to dance, her body feeling hazy from the booze in her blood. Gods, she hoped that she wasn't making too big of a fool out of herself.
At least the music was pretty good.