starter for : @silasxhale. location : outside of keep it movin’. event : parton fest.
After dancing like there was no tomorrow, Maya feels on top of the world. It wasn’t often that she let loose so easily. She was mostly the wallflower-type, opting to people watch rather than engage. But tonight, she tries to branch out, exploring depths of her desire and personality that have gone untouched for quite a while. And tonight, she wanted to dance, even if she couldn’t. She’s settle for flailing arms and stiff hips paired with the classic move of jumping up and down to the beat. It works for the time being, satisfying her ache for fun.
And when she leaves the club to venture around the festival once more, she spots a familiar face. “Silas!” She calls out with a wide, beaming smile. Silas was someone she would consider a friend, though she’s unsure if that’s entirely true. Perhaps they were on the road to becoming friends. Maya pads through the crowd, making her way to the man. “Oh, oh, good thing I found you. I have to show you something.” Maya says, holding up her index finger, signaling for him to wait a moment. She turns around and reaches into her bag, plucking out two bottle caps that she saved for this exact moment. Maya carefully places them over her eyes before slowly turning around towards him again, “Get a load of this. Coke bottle eyes. Get it?”
