Your Dad's Perfect
This is worse than Paul’s place.
“Leave it, she's not going to work out,” the guy states, and I hate that. I use her grip on my hand to pull myself up on the bar, but now I'm worried. I don't fucking dance. I stand frozen, and she leans into me.
“I’m Darling. Just relax and dance, or he will throw you out and say you don’t get a job. Follow our lead, watch us.” She smiles and begins to move her hips. Am I really going to do this? I slowly watch her and copy what she does, my body relaxing as I dance. As the song finishes, they hop down from the bar and help me.