Shake It Off - Kitty || Laura
It was sweltering in the club. Weaving her way through people to get off the dance floor, Kitty had to wipe a hand across her forehead to catch the sweat before it could fall into her eyes. It was a very busy night - not surprising, as it was Friday. The crowd barely gave her space to slip between without touching anyone, but she loved it despite the claustrophobic atmosphere. She needed it, considering the week that she’d had.
Slipping up onto one of the tall stools at the bar, she ordered another drink - non-alcoholic, of course. Even if the large stamp on her hand hadn’t shown she was under 21, she wouldn’t have indulged anyway. It was so freeing to just get out and move among others. She didn’t need chemical help to have fun. She was just taking a sip of her Coke when the commotion started.
Kitty turned her head toward the first angry shout, curious but unconcerned. She was all the way across the club, the bar was on a raised platform that would probably be pretty difficult to just jump onto, and it was the perfect example of why security guards got paid. Of course, at a time it was smart to stay off the dance floor, the harder remix of a familiar catchy song she liked started up. “It figures,” she muttered, taking another sip. Her eyes widened, though, when her higher vantage point let her see that whatever it was wasn’t staying in its corner.
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