Alpha Reid
“Go on.”
Quinn’s already off her stool, grabbing for my hand. She pulls me toward the dance floor and I offer no resistance, buzzed off of the vodka and practically humming with energy, excited to get out there and burn some of it off. The two of us thread through the crowd to find a space to dance right as the song changes to one of my favorites, and I let out a cheer and start dancing opposite Quinn. I sway my hips to the music, throwing my head back and my hands in the air. I let myself get lost in the beat, eyes sliding closed as my body moves to the music.