It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
you better move, you better dance
Was that Stiles moving his body to the beat of the music in the middle of the dance floor? it sure was. He was not one to go to the clubs, yet here he was, being a normal kid his age for once. The last year was full of his friends, and him fighting to keep their lives. He was letting lose, forgetting the hell for a little bit that lurked around every corner. ”Let’s make a night you won’t remember.” He sang out, like he had no care in the world, getting his body to move to the beat more. He was in a club outside town, because he was not seen anyone he knew there right?
Summer turned her drink under her fingers, watching the bodies on the dance floor. She was almost sober enough to go out there herself — and then someone caught her eye. He was young, he was clearly very relaxed, and he was very interesting. Pushing her almost-empty glass back across the bar, she shrugged herself off the wood and slunk through the mass of moving bodies to align herself with him.
“Hi there, handsome. Come here often?” she breathed into his ear.
