Romans & histoires Sarah's Smile Panic At The Disco

Mark continued without missing a beat, outlining the entertainment flow, the performers' green room, and the emergency exits in case the DJ decided to light his equipment on fire. I didn’t even realize I was doodling spirals in the corner of my planner until Sarah leaned in and whispered, “You broke the bed and he knocked out your mind too?” “Yep,” I replied a little too brightly. “Just…what the hell, Sarah!” “Hahahaha!” she cackled, slapping her palm over her mouth a second too late as Mark glanced over, brows raised. “Something funny?” he asked. Sarah cleared her throat, eyes dancing with mischief. “Just remembering something…about booth management.”

It is a fast fun drunk to keep my mind in a happy place. “Karaoke in the living room!” replies Sarah as she walks over to give me a hug. “You went pink!” I say as I notice her once blonde hair is now streaked through with hot pink. “It really pops against that white dress!” She giggles as she embraces me. She has the best hugs. Probably because her chest is huge so it’s a soft, comforting squeeze. “I’m going to find Z.” I tell her before turning around and heading to his room.

“Ohhhhh. I'd like to see those." “For sure," Annie said. “I'll unpack everything, and we can maybe order pizza and have a picture night. What do you think?" “Yes!" “Good," Annie began, but then the bathroom door opened and Sarah emerged, looking panicked. "Uh – Sarah?" "Oh, God, Jax," she said, and they could see her shaking from ten feet away. “Jax..." “Holy fuck, baby," he said softly. “Yeah?"

We had arrived at the grand ballroom. His arm circled my waist possessively. I was very nervous, it was very nerve-wracking. Need to drink. "You're doing just fine Lori. Stop worrying." He smiled at me and started kissing my shoulder and rubbing my back. I relaxed instantly. Wow...this is new. "Now, let's dance and make my presence known. Then we can leave, and have a nice quiet dinner, and let me enjoy your companion to myself." There was a promise for pleasure in his words. Dark, tempting, threatening, making me clenched my thigh.

"So you dragged me to a gay bar so you could hunt for your third?" "Don't say it like that," Sarah says, laughing like this is all some big joke. "Come on, Julian. You need to relax. You're hot enough that you'll probably get hit on by some lesbian couple looking for a guy. Simple math - two women are better than one, right?" "I can't believe this." "If any guy makes a move, just say no. It's not that complicated." She waves her hand dismissively, already moving back toward the dance floor. "Now stop being so grumpy and have fun. We didn't drag you here to stand around looking miserable."

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

he chuckled, letting go of my hand. I hissed and walked away, leaving the both of them without thanking Vincent. Not that I care. "Sarah, over here," Helen's voice made me realize I had walked past the bar going to the dance floor. I veered back to the counter and immediately ordered from the bartender. "A cocktail, a very strong one." Lucy, who was standing beside me, widened her eyes. "Woah, Sarah, are you preparing for war tonight?" Helen chuckled and peered at my face. "Don't you want to tell me what got you all upset?"

Then, she saw Zachary leaving the bar, supporting Vivian. That moment hit like a wave of ice, spreading cold through her entire chest. The bar was drowning in deafening music. In the midst of it, she whispered, “Scarlett, does dancing really help you forget your troubles?” “Why don’t you try? No harm in trying.” Without another word, Sarah charged straight into the dance floor, losing herself in the rhythm. The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and something dangerously intoxicating. Scarlett figured Sarah had finally snapped out of it and followed her in.

Alicia frustratingly slammed the file she was holding on the table and rose up instantly to her feet. Sarah had almost squealed when Alicia clamped her mouth with her hands, tilting her head to the door as to signify that Michael's office was close by. Instead, Sarah broke into a silly dance, earning a stifled laughter from Alicia. Sometimes, the lady was a big time clown. Sarah was such a loveable person.

“You dance, city girl?” I blinked. “Not… really.” I only dance when I’m drunk, and it’s definitely not to country music. It has heart and soul. My type of music “She does,” Colton answered before I could stop him, the smirk on his face damn near criminal. “She just doesn’t know it yet.” The woman—Sarah, I caught from the name tag on her shirt—laughed and held out a hand. “Come on, honey. You can’t come to a place like this and not dance at least once.”