CH3
This is my scene, Logan thought as the loud beat of music rushed through his bloodstream, pumping him up with adrenaline. And he wasn't the only one that felt this way.
Everyone around him was gyrating to nonstop music, their bodies rubbing up and down each other to the sound of the beat, crushing, pushing, swaying, moving until they didn't look like individual dancers out to enjoy themselves, but one gigantic mass, melting together on the dance floor. The atmosphere was high as if they were all addicted to this infinite drug.
As the music increased in tempo, so did their energy level. The air itself was a mixture of sweat and perfume, intoxicating and overpowering his olfactory sense. But, man oh man, did he loves it.
He felt so alive, so happy, so carefree. Looking around him, all he saw was a sea of blurry faces, each consumed in their world of passion. He tried to keep to the center of the dance floor, where all the action took place, but as more people clamored into the throng, the others got pushed to the side. Himself included.
As he took a side step to avoid another wave of bodies hitting him, he collided with something soft. Turning to see what he'd damaged, he found the sexiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on.
She looked up at him and at that very moment, as if they sang the same tune, she gave him a seductive smile. He, in turn, smiled at her. Liking what she saw, the girl moved towards him.
Her hands immediately went to capture his neck, and as the music changed from Taylor Swift's "Shake it off" to "Bailando," she was butt-swinging around him, arms and legs assaulting him at every turn, and the man was he turned on.
The mysterious girl suddenly leaned into his lips, nipping and sucking at him like there was no tomorrow until he was puffed out of energy, his lungs starved for oxygen.
There was no electricity shooting through his body, just a lapping, distasteful kiss, the amount of saliva flooding the floor of his mouth almost drowning him alive.
How can someone so hot be such a bad kisser? Logan thought as his libido got crushed. Pushing the girl away gently, he went in search of water for his parched throat. How ironic when just mere moments before he was almost drowned in her saliva.
The girl looked slightly wounded for a second but then was off galloping to her next victim like the trollop she likely was. Logan felt sorry for the poor sod who would experience the same predicament he just did.
Paving his way to the bar was an incredible mission that required more than strength and stamina.
Standing at almost 1.9 meters tall, he still had to squeeze past those high-craze, energetic animals, like raging bulls, their heads bumping into him at every turn. The more he tried squeezing between them, the more he was pushed back, as a rag doll tossed about.