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Well! That was fun!
Written for the Do the Lance Dance Challenge..
JoLa. With a little side-salad of Timbertrick.
Sex On Legs
After you were in one for long enough, every song played at a nightclub- it didn't matter which one, wherever in the world- began to blend together and sound absolutely identical. Maybe it had something to do with the bass line, or the volume, or the beats, or perhaps just the utter infusion of alcohol that tended to swirl throughout everyone on the premises. No matter what the reason was, it was a fact. One of those indistinct songs was thumping resoundingly as Lance allowed it to wash over him. He was leaning on the bar, a drink in his hand. It was only his third of the night, but it was still early.
Joey was hovering nearby, a grin on his face. It was part of their routine, really, whenever they went out to one of these places, whether it was just the two of them, or whether anyone else had come along. Joey absolutely loved dancing. If it were up to him, the two of them would be on the floor practically in each others' pockets from the minute they stepped into the building. Lance, on the other hand, was a bit different. It took him a while- and a few drinks- to loosen up to the point in which he was actually willing to go dance. So Joey hung around and gave him his time. For some reason, he could pretty much always tell the moment at which Lance was actually ready to get out on the floor. He was a mindreader, or something.
Lance barely had time to get another mouthful of his drink before Chris came bounding up, ostensibly to get another drink. The four of them- Justin had come too; JC was busy in one of his songwriting zones- had only arrived a good half hour earlier, but Chris was already a good three and a half sheets to the wind. And if Chris sober could be a scary thing, Chris drunk could be even worse.
"Hey, man!" he chirped brightly, leaning over and haphazardly tossing an arm around Lance's shoulder. "Whassup?"
"Not much, Chris. Just, y'know, relaxing and stuff before I get on the floor and, y'know, bust a move." He did a quick little dance move as demonstration. Chris immediately started laughing hysterically. Lance blinked. "What?"
"You did it, man! I love that thing!"
Lance was nonplussed. "Love what thing?"
"The Lance Dance! You did the Lance Dance!" Chris set his bottle of beer on the bar and stepped back a few seconds. "Y'know.. it's your thing, man."
"What? This?" Lance repeated the move.
"Exactly, man! You do it all the fucking time! It's great!" Chris's grin grew rather unsettling. "I wrote a song about it, y'know.."
Lance arched an eyebrow. "Oh, did you.."
"Yeah, man! Check it out!" Chris bounced a couple times on his feet before bursting into loud drunken song. "You nudge your right arm up! You nudge your left arm up! You nudge your right arm up, and your lefrightlefightleft.." Chris couldn't sing fast while drunk. Even if it was just the damn Hokey Pokey. "You do the fuckin' Lance Dance and you flail your head around! That's what it's all about!" He grinned brightly and finished his over-the-top mocking mimicry of the 'Lance Dance', and spread his arms out, making an ostentatious bow. "Congratulations, man," he said, patting Lance once on the head before grabbing his bottle of beer back, "You're my inspiration!" He grinned brightly.
"Um.. Thanks, man." Lance was frowning.
"No problem!" Chris looked about to continue, but he was sidetracked by the arrival of Justin.
"There you are, man. I've been looking all over for you!"
"Juuuustiiiiin!" Chris all but pounced him in a hug, causing him to splash his beer on Justin's shirt. Timberlake didn't seem to mind. "I was just... entertaining!"
Justin arched an eyebrow. "Have you been bothering Lance again? You know it's past your bedtime, baby." His voice was gently chiding.
Chris went into an over-exaggerated pout. "I don't wanna go to beeeed."
Justin laughed and leaned into Chris's ear, whispering something in a low tone.
Whatever he whispered apparently worked, as Chris immediately brightened up. "Bye, Lance! I gotta go!" He absolutely dashed back into the crowd, with Justin in a fierce grip by the wrist.
Joey approached and spoke up for the first time practically since they got there. "Bedtime?" He smirked. "There's no way they're making it that far. They're gonna go right back and make out in the corner." Lance arched an eyebrow wordlessly. Joey shrugged. "What? Justin so had 'kiss-bruised lips'." He was careful to punctuate the phrase with finger-quotes.
Lance managed a half-laugh, causing Joey to cock his head. "Something wrong, man?"
"I dunno," Lance said with a shrug. "I mean.. Am I really that bad?" He gestured to the spot where, only moments before, Chris had been mocking his dancing.
Joey blinked in surprise. "You're worried about that?" He shook his head with a grin. "Nobody's that bad. First of all, your move? It's cute." He winked. "I like it. Second of all, when you actually get loose and dance?" His grin widened. "Then, Lance, you are positively sex on legs."
It was Lance's turn to blink in shock. "Sex on legs?" The barest hint of a smile was playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, man." It was Joe's turn to grab Lance by the wrist. "I'll show you." He dragged him out onto the floor amidst the numerous bodies. When they got to a suitably somewhat-vacant-ish spot, he turned Lance around and sidled right up behind him, head hovering above Lance's shoulder as he began to move along to the pulsating beat. Force of habit alone started Lance dancing right along.
The rest of the club pretty much fell away at that point. All that existed was Joey, Lance, and the music. Maybe Joe was right... Lance thought. But if I'm sex on legs...Damn am I glad he is too.
JoLa. With a little side-salad of Timbertrick.
Sex On Legs
After you were in one for long enough, every song played at a nightclub- it didn't matter which one, wherever in the world- began to blend together and sound absolutely identical. Maybe it had something to do with the bass line, or the volume, or the beats, or perhaps just the utter infusion of alcohol that tended to swirl throughout everyone on the premises. No matter what the reason was, it was a fact. One of those indistinct songs was thumping resoundingly as Lance allowed it to wash over him. He was leaning on the bar, a drink in his hand. It was only his third of the night, but it was still early.
Joey was hovering nearby, a grin on his face. It was part of their routine, really, whenever they went out to one of these places, whether it was just the two of them, or whether anyone else had come along. Joey absolutely loved dancing. If it were up to him, the two of them would be on the floor practically in each others' pockets from the minute they stepped into the building. Lance, on the other hand, was a bit different. It took him a while- and a few drinks- to loosen up to the point in which he was actually willing to go dance. So Joey hung around and gave him his time. For some reason, he could pretty much always tell the moment at which Lance was actually ready to get out on the floor. He was a mindreader, or something.
Lance barely had time to get another mouthful of his drink before Chris came bounding up, ostensibly to get another drink. The four of them- Justin had come too; JC was busy in one of his songwriting zones- had only arrived a good half hour earlier, but Chris was already a good three and a half sheets to the wind. And if Chris sober could be a scary thing, Chris drunk could be even worse.
"Hey, man!" he chirped brightly, leaning over and haphazardly tossing an arm around Lance's shoulder. "Whassup?"
"Not much, Chris. Just, y'know, relaxing and stuff before I get on the floor and, y'know, bust a move." He did a quick little dance move as demonstration. Chris immediately started laughing hysterically. Lance blinked. "What?"
"You did it, man! I love that thing!"
Lance was nonplussed. "Love what thing?"
"The Lance Dance! You did the Lance Dance!" Chris set his bottle of beer on the bar and stepped back a few seconds. "Y'know.. it's your thing, man."
"What? This?" Lance repeated the move.
"Exactly, man! You do it all the fucking time! It's great!" Chris's grin grew rather unsettling. "I wrote a song about it, y'know.."
Lance arched an eyebrow. "Oh, did you.."
"Yeah, man! Check it out!" Chris bounced a couple times on his feet before bursting into loud drunken song. "You nudge your right arm up! You nudge your left arm up! You nudge your right arm up, and your lefrightlefightleft.." Chris couldn't sing fast while drunk. Even if it was just the damn Hokey Pokey. "You do the fuckin' Lance Dance and you flail your head around! That's what it's all about!" He grinned brightly and finished his over-the-top mocking mimicry of the 'Lance Dance', and spread his arms out, making an ostentatious bow. "Congratulations, man," he said, patting Lance once on the head before grabbing his bottle of beer back, "You're my inspiration!" He grinned brightly.
"Um.. Thanks, man." Lance was frowning.
"No problem!" Chris looked about to continue, but he was sidetracked by the arrival of Justin.
"There you are, man. I've been looking all over for you!"
"Juuuustiiiiin!" Chris all but pounced him in a hug, causing him to splash his beer on Justin's shirt. Timberlake didn't seem to mind. "I was just... entertaining!"
Justin arched an eyebrow. "Have you been bothering Lance again? You know it's past your bedtime, baby." His voice was gently chiding.
Chris went into an over-exaggerated pout. "I don't wanna go to beeeed."
Justin laughed and leaned into Chris's ear, whispering something in a low tone.
Whatever he whispered apparently worked, as Chris immediately brightened up. "Bye, Lance! I gotta go!" He absolutely dashed back into the crowd, with Justin in a fierce grip by the wrist.
Joey approached and spoke up for the first time practically since they got there. "Bedtime?" He smirked. "There's no way they're making it that far. They're gonna go right back and make out in the corner." Lance arched an eyebrow wordlessly. Joey shrugged. "What? Justin so had 'kiss-bruised lips'." He was careful to punctuate the phrase with finger-quotes.
Lance managed a half-laugh, causing Joey to cock his head. "Something wrong, man?"
"I dunno," Lance said with a shrug. "I mean.. Am I really that bad?" He gestured to the spot where, only moments before, Chris had been mocking his dancing.
Joey blinked in surprise. "You're worried about that?" He shook his head with a grin. "Nobody's that bad. First of all, your move? It's cute." He winked. "I like it. Second of all, when you actually get loose and dance?" His grin widened. "Then, Lance, you are positively sex on legs."
It was Lance's turn to blink in shock. "Sex on legs?" The barest hint of a smile was playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, man." It was Joe's turn to grab Lance by the wrist. "I'll show you." He dragged him out onto the floor amidst the numerous bodies. When they got to a suitably somewhat-vacant-ish spot, he turned Lance around and sidled right up behind him, head hovering above Lance's shoulder as he began to move along to the pulsating beat. Force of habit alone started Lance dancing right along.
The rest of the club pretty much fell away at that point. All that existed was Joey, Lance, and the music. Maybe Joe was right... Lance thought. But if I'm sex on legs...Damn am I glad he is too.