eliza-cw:
Twirling around proved to be a mighty difficult task when people were crammed in such a small space together. However, Elizabeth let her head fall back with her inhibitions while she swayed to the remix of some song that was undoubtedly overplayed on the radio. She writhed free of greedy hands and brushed off bumps but when Elizabeth twirled herself into a bar stool she wobbled and grabbed herself steady on the bar top to catch her breath.
“I think I already miss the clubs in Brazil.”
“What’s wrong with the clubs here?”
















