Clara's Unfortunate Blood on the Dance Floor Obsession
So admittedly getting drunk in a sleazy bar on a planet they didn’t know the name of might not have been the brightest idea any of them have ever had. However, it was quite possibly the best worst idea they had ever heard, and as Jack put it, you only live once so you may as well make the most of it. Me and Clara had elected not to point out the fact that that saying didn’t really apply to any of them.
At this point in time, Clara found herself dancing on the bar to Looking Hot Dangerous, Me was in the middle of the dancefloor and was doing an extremely drunk rendition of the Macarena with an Ood, a Vinvocci, and three short pink vaguely triangular things, and Jack was probably going down on an alien lifeform in the grotty club toilets. So no surprises there then.
After about six more terrible songs had played and Clara had had a further thirteen shots she decided that dancing on the bar was getting boring and very gracefully fell of the bar before totally cunting it onto the sticky floor. As she was more than a bit too intoxicated to get herself she just lay there giggling at her drunken state awaiting someone to come help her up. After lying there for a minute someone came over to help her up off the floor.
‘You okay there?’ asked the very attractive random stranger who was now holding her upright, ‘I can’t imagine that this place is really the best place to lying down in.’
‘The lights look really pretty from down there, here I’ll show you’ Clara slurred slightly before dragging the guy towards the floor with her.
They both landed on the floor with a thud, Clara on the bottom and the stranger awkwardly on top of her.
‘I mean I have heard of falling for people but this is just ridiculous’ he laughed, pushing his spectacularly emo fringe out of his eyes and rolling off of the short drunk girl beneath him.
Unfortunately she was far too interested in the flashing lights to notice his absolutely killer pick up line.
‘Okay I’ve seen the pretty lights can we maybe get off the floor now?’ he asked, slightly annoyed that he was getting his black skinny jeans gross and sticky.
‘Now I’m lying on the cOLD HARD GROUND!’ yelled Clara drunkenly, gaining the attention of everyone in the vicinity who seemed completely unsurprised by the pair of humans lying down screaming Taylor Swift songs.
Her out of tune screeching had also got the attention of Me, who was in the process of leading a conga line around the perimeter of the dancefloor.
Me decided to make her way over to her girlfriend and the Pete Wentz wannabe she was lying next to, sadly the conga line followed her and they ended up at the bottom of a forty two person/alien/whatever pile up.
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At the other side of the bar Jack was pressed up against the door of a toilet cubicle making out with a bright red humanoid with tentacles instead of arms, something which Jack found oddly erotic, who was attempting to undress him, which is a very difficult feat for someone with tentacles for arms.
After a minute of struggling, it managed to successfully remove Jack’s coat and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. After another few minutes Jack was fully naked and breathing heavily. The alien sank to its knees and Jack received his third blow job of the night so far.
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After everyone had gotten up Me helped Clara and the guy who she had mentally dubbed ‘the hot emo’ to their feet before leading them over to a booth so she didn’t have to be used as her girlfriends leaning post.
‘So what’s your name’ she asked the guy, ‘or am I going to have to keep referring to you as the hot emo?’
‘Uh my names Frank,’ he said blushing slightly, ‘Frank Ross.’
‘So Frank Ross why are you talking to my girlfriend?’ Me asked nodding towards Clara who was now flailing her arms around singing that same awful song she was dancing to earlier.
‘Wait, shit, she’s not single? I’m so sorry I didn’t realise’ he nervously stuttered.
‘Well we do have a very open relationship, Me leaned closer to Frank, biting her lip, ‘if you want to join us?’
At that point Frank’s jaw pretty much hit the floor.
‘So what do you say we get out of here?’ she said standing up and grabbing Clara’s hand leading them to the door.
‘JET BLACK DIAMOND HAIR PEOPLE STARE I DON’T CARE’ Clara continued singing as they walked towards the door.
‘Clara if you don’t shut up with that god awful song I might have to leave yo- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET A SOMBRERO FROM!?’
‘Um she stole it from that over there,’ said Frank pointing towards a bright purple fish looking creature, ‘she also stole this bottle of booze. Really fucking strong booze judging by the smell of this shit.’
At that point Me wasn’t sure whether to thank her girlfriend for being such a drunk mess or hit her for it.
AN: please don’t judge me for putting a Blood on the Dance Floor song in this it has been stuck in my head since Christmas and if I’m suffering then you can all suffer with me. Apologies for how unbelievably awkward my sort of smut was it is actually making me cringe reading it. Also apologies for the weird mix of every member of the emo trinity bc I am trash. There will be a bit of a continuation to this chapter before I get into actual plot again but hopefully I’ll upload soon. Hope you enjoyed this :)