Ja Morant Gun Dance Novels & Stories

~Gemma~ Our Gamma was a fucking badass bitch. We did our pre-game dance, which included an embarassing amount of twerking and hand movement. We ignored the snickers and laughs directed our way. I didn’t hug her or get mushy. Instead, I encouraged her. “You go out there and kick some wannabe ass! Show us all why you are the mothereffing Gamma! Go get this done so we can get drunk later tonight!” I swatted her ass. “Claws out. Balls out, baby!”

Morrigan pauses for a moment, a blush rising to her cheeks, trying to think if she should apologize or say something. Takota smiles at her before beginning her warm ups. Morrigan, deciding it’s best to not say anything at all, stays silent as she sets herself up beside Takota and does her best to match her pace. She hasn’t seen Takota train before, and the older woman doesn’t disappoint. The speed and ease with which she completes the jumping jacks, high knees, squats, lunges, and many more warm up exercises is astonishing. Still, Morrigan pushes herself to match her move for move.

I answer, and Nole smirks before heading towards the most easy-going group of females here. "I danced with the dark-skinned human, but it felt clumsy. She didn't like looking at my eyes, so she is out. I will try red before switching to white. I think the one in yellow caught Nole's attention at lunch. Her and that hotty from Glortinon, but I don't think he has gotten a chance to dance with her yet," Modok reports, and I crack my neck to relieve my stress.

This game had been on the schedule since September and after everything with Anthony and the lawsuit and the Dean’s office, it had taken on a weight that went beyond the score. I found Jackson on the court without looking for him. He was running shooting drills at the far end, moving with that focused quiet of his, the kind that made the space around him feel different. I watched him line up a three-pointer and release it and the ball went through clean and he was already moving before it hit the floor. “He’s good,” Elora said without looking up from her phone. “I thought you weren’t watching.” “I’m excellent at multitasking.” She scrolled something. “Also he moves like he’s angry at the flo

Something fruity and strong that burned going down. "To surviving!" Maya shouted over the music, raising her glass. "To surviving!" I clinked mine against hers. Turner stood beside us looking deeply uncomfortable, still in his suit and tie, holding a beer he hadn't touched. "You need to loosen up," Maya told him, already swaying to the music. "I'm fine." "You're not fine. You look like you're at a funeral." She grabbed his hand. "Dance with me." "I don't dance." "Everyone dances. Come on, it's not that hard. Just move." She was already pulling him toward the dance floor.

he says with a wink. I look over to Johnny who has his jaw clenched, staring daggers at Damon. Damon pulls me to my feet, swirls me around and leads me straight to the dancefloor. Once on the floor we start shaking our hips to the beat of the music. We join a large circle of people who all seem to know Damon. Damon is a great dancer. He teaches me his best hip- hop and breakdance moves, which I replicate with ease. I am having so much fun. The DJ releases water cannons, which aim straight for us. Within seconds we are soaked, our clothes and hair sticking to our bodies. The circle opens up and it is my turn to show off my moves. My dorky childish side takes over and I do every move from the

“How about we all go play some Big Buck Hunter? If Jane and I can get a higher score than you and Nancy, then I don't have to line dance. If you guys beat us, I'll go out there and make a fool out of myself.” “You're on, my friend,” Henry said. He reached across the table and two shook hands. “Oh, my God,” I said, laughing. “You guys are crazy. Especially you, Carter. Have you ever even played that game before?” “No,” he admitted. “But I'm a pretty good shot.” I raised an eyebrow. I had a hard time believing Carter had ever shot a gun before. Or for that matter, had ever seen one in real life. “Is that so?”

He stormed toward Ace and Mj who were taking shots and Ace braced for impact when to his surprise Dante stopped in front of Mj towering over her with definite anger dripping from his every pore. "I'm taking shots with Superman and the Easter bunny what the fuck are you doing" Mj slurred, the fact that she had taken four shots way to fast was apparent from the absolute nonsense that just spewed out of her mouth along with something that shocked even Mj herself. She reached up and touched Dante lightly on the tip of the nose with her index finger "boop" she giggled and turned to the counter to pour herself another shot while Ed rolled up his sleeve to challenge Tanner and Moxie kept yelling th

MJ raises both of his arms then steps back. “Alright, I’m sorry,” he said, then put down his arms again. He steps forward to look at the game booth. “Uhmm… Excuse me? Can I play?” MJ asks as the owner nodded her head and laid her hand out. "Two dollars" MJ paid the owner as he got handed a handmade gun. He grabs it then quickly fills it up with five ping pong balls. He looked at his back and saw Patima eyeing his movements. "Watch and learn," he said as the younger nodded her head then looked at the bottles. MJ positioned himself then pointed the gun on the bottles. He fired his first bullet and it beat down two bottles.

“Come on, let’s show these kids how it’s done.” Denver protested, “My knees aren’t insured for this,” but let himself be dragged onto the dance floor. For a moment, it was easy to forget about mortgages and PTA meetings. Women smiled as they passed; Marcus winked at a tall brunette. Denver found himself dancing with a woman who complimented his “dad moves.” Marcus was in his element, spinning, flirting, buying shots for a small circle of women. Denver could see the old player in him—charming, reckless, the life of the party. When the bartender poured another round, Marcus toasted, “To being young, just for tonight!”