Request Hour at the Ghoul-a-Poolsa
Dancing wasn’t as terrible as he thought, and he wasn’t half bad, either, if the cute monsters who sidled up to him at one point was any indication of his prowess. Johnny smiled toothily and allowed himself to become lost in the movement and the moment, stomping his feet with the rest of the crowd and moving around in an undignified, un-Worthington display of horns and tail.
His father wouldn’t have approved, and it was a thought that he delighted in.
Especially when Marley backed up against him. It was a familiar stance, one that resurrected a decade-old memory he couldn’t hope to get rid of, a memory of her moving against him, the two of them sweaty and hot among the crowd of other monsters, all of them sweaty and hot and unable to stop dancing to the mesmerizing beat the DJ kept playing.
She had been hot, and that had been the moment Johnny had realized Marley was less of a pupil for him to tutor and more like the monster he’d want in bed, and he had forced himself to break away from the crowd before he found himself traveling down dark paths.
He remembered, but that feeling of taboo was completely gone, and his grin widened as he shook his hands free of hers and settled them on her hips.
"I could get used to this," he said, leaning down so he wouldn’t have to shout above the music. "Better than last time, I believe!"
"Could ya?" She smirked, finding herself turning after a few moments in his grasp to face him. His hands would still rest on her ships, but rather now she was face to face with him. She threw her arms over his shoulders, synchronizing her movements with his left either of them wanted to step on one another's toes. It was a little embarrassing, feeling him hold her in such a way. She managed to climb that mountain though, because no matter how timid she felt, the rush of the music and what the evening had brought was overpowering any sort of flushed feelings she could have. The last time they were in such a position happened to be at a frat and sorority mixer Marley was invited to by her dorm-mate. The perks of being friends with a few scarers were the parties, at least whenever the broadcaster wasn't DJing herself at them. She was horribly drunk, and Johnny was enough a gentlemen to know when enough was enough and guide her home. This was different though, now she was an adult. She didn't have to abide by some sense of childish folly, now she could indulge in a nice evening with a...very handsome monster. It brought a toothy and devious smile to her face. The music would die down after awhile, the fast-paced high dwindling to nothing but a now pleasantly smooth slow set of tunes. Marley swayed softly with her dance partner, claws shifting over his shoulders as she did so. "I figured ya might have two left feet with legs like yours, hotshot." She teased, speaking in a soft tone now that the two would be able to hear one another.
