Pulp Fiction Twist Dance 소설 & 이야기

She launches the shards at me all at once. I move fast. Dance isn't just art. It's control over your body. Precision. Timing. I duck under the first wave. Spin past the second. Leap over the third. The shards explode against the floor behind me. Willow's eyes widen. "How...." I land lightly in front of her. "Dance training." Then I punch her. Square in the nose. The crack echoes through the studio. She stumbles backward clutching her face. Blood spills through her fingers.

Rebel POV. I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target. Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.

Piper gives me her red cup and I didn't hesitate to drink everything. "I'll be back. I'll go get a drink." Piper shouted as she scurry pass the huge crowd. That didn't stop me from dancing. I feel a guy's body behind me as he danced with me. I wanted to look at my new partner but I ignored it. It's my night and I need to loosen up. His hands grab around my waist as he pull me to feel his male property through his jeans. He kiss my neck and that seems to snap sense into my head.

He crumpled to the ground, out cold. Grinning triumphantly, I turned to the remaining one. "Your turn. Ready for a dance, twiggy?" I challenged, grinning at the wiry goon who'd managed to stagger back onto his feet. He growled, launching himself at me. I pivoted, bringing up the pipe to block his attack. He was fast, but I was faster. I'd danced around men much bigger, much stronger, for a living. Our fight was a messy, brutal dance. He swung, I ducked. I jabbed, he blocked. We were a whirl of flying fists and clashing metal. Each hit I landed was a symphony, each block a well-rehearsed dance move.

Helena thought, then replied, "Why don't you two get up on the table and start dancing?" The opening bars of The Pussycat Doll's Stick With You flooded the room as if on cue. The vibration of the percussion bass licks creates the atmosphere. If there was ever music made just for dirty dancing and parties, this was it. "Well done," Amaya replied. Nancy and she pushed their way through a crowd of masculine bodies and appreciative gazes at that enormous, shiny coffee table. Amaya had her gaze fixed on Tyler. She got the sense that he'd already had a few drinks. He wasn't going to do anything romantic tonight. Thats for sure, she thought to herself.

I grabbed the glass from her grip and took down the contents in one gulp, the liquor hitting me hard. "Come dance..." Tonia took my hand and I willingly got up, moving to the dance floor. I moved my body to the rhythm of the music, swaying my hips and moving down and up to the blazing music. No sooner, I felt someone behind. He slapped my butt. "That's a lot of ass you've got there, baby. C'mon, bounce it. Bounce it for me, baby."

Elliot didn't want to, his girlfriend of four years had just dumped him, he couldn't go clubbing. Toby smacked his head playfully and told him "partying is the best way to get over a break-up" "I beg to differ." He replied but Toby didn't care. He pulled Elliot in. Buzzing with people, loud music and drinks, Elliot and Toby pushed their way through the crowd to find the VIP section, but they didn't sit for long and before he knew it, Elliot Cyrus was partying and drinking with other girls. Tara was really gone. ~~~~~

"You and I both know that, other than the bride, every woman in this room would be happy to dance with you. I'm pretty sure at least fifty percent of them started fanning themselves when they heard your accent." True. American women did seem to fall all over themselves when he spoke. But not Pru. "Ah, but you're the only one I'm looking at." Pink flooded her cheeks and she dropped her gaze. To solve the issue, Flynn gently extracted the glass from her grip and set it on the bar. She didn't resist when he tugged her toward the dance floor. He slid his hand to the small of her back and pulled her into his arms, beginning to circle her to the bluesy, country guitar, as somebody sang about a wo

Bar The pounding music is deafening, and the dance floor is bathed in dazzling lights as young men and women wildly sway to the rhythm. Scarlett White sits in a corner booth, drinking one glass after another. Suddenly, her wrist is grabbed, and the glass in her hand is taken away.

The storm that scattered many of the dark figures, but the puppets reformed as quickly as they were torn apart. “These things won’t stay down!” he yelled, launching a lightning bolt at one particularly large puppet which broke down but formed back. Amid the chaos, Hyperion’s focus was solely on Damon. The two collided again and again, Hyperion’s strength clashing with Damon’s agility. Each time Hyperion struck, Damon would dissolve into shadows, reappearing behind him or from the walls. Damon’s laugh echoed through the chamber, taunting, as he played with the light and darkness like a master of both.