Lounge Act Lyrics Novels & Stories

Confirming the prior action, Luke nods. “Por pabor… the music would now turn in mellow,” he speaks up then the audiences goes out from the dance floor when the music is now turning soft and sweet. A classic 80’s love song is playing. Some are couples are on the dance floor—embracing each other to the beat. Luke is blushing when looking at the face of Dylan. “Baila mi amigo.” He taps the shoulder of Luke then he stands up clearing his throat. Dylan is dumbfounded when seeing his grey eyes gazing so sweetly.

He was so close that I could even see the tiny little mole on his knuckle. Nervous, I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to watch them have sex. Unfortunately, the lack of visuals just made Xavier's muffled groans louder in my head. "Shelly, my beloved." I had to be losing my mind to think that he was calling my name. Memories came flooding back into my head. We'd done the same thing, in the same place, in the same position. Now, the woman he was kissing wasn't me.

And that night, nobody wanted to cough up the extra cash to make them care. I park my car along the curb. The last belted-out lyrics about dancing the night away are cut off abruptly when I open my door. Topher’s Lounge is squat, like a hulking gargoyle with its old stone. Blue lights flash through the curved windows, outlining the bodies of the people hovering outside. There’s a cloud of smoke around the group. One of them whistles at me as I pass and I ignore him, not bothering to roll my eyes. I’m not even dressed in anything revealing, just jeans, low red heels, and a white tank-top.