I’d never seen Natalie dance before as she tossed her head side to side, thrusting her hair in a seductive Gordonstoun Flick. If she wasn’t already mine and I’d seen her do that then well, she would be mine by the end of the night, cos if a girl can move like that on a dance floor… well, you know where that sentence was going.
I can dance, but not to Americana, I leave that to Jaworski, so I tried to learn some moves from my new friend and dance pardner Tammy…While Natalie pulled a guy
I think he was must have been called Jed
Jenna’s boyfriend was so forgettable that I think even she forgot he was there...
As my vision blurred, the band reached a loud and brilliant crescendo and we went our separate ways.
Apart from Jeremy who showed us his shiny red car, collected a crate of Bud and followed us home… I think believing us to be swingers...
There was something about a giant chicken but I might have imagined that...
In short...
“BEST NIGHT EVER!”
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