The Mini Dance Party
“I think I listen to this song at least once a day.” Lexa sat back on the couch, her head involuntarily bopping to the intoxicating beat.
“Really?”
Lexa hummed, closing her eyes. She really loved this song, and her foot began to tap with the tempo. “Yeah, I love it.”
“Chvrches is awesome.”
“You know Chvrches?” Lexa gasped as she turned to Clarke. Clarke’s smile was big and bright and very contagious.
“Their new album is really good,” Clarke nodded. “I think Graffiti is my favorite. But Clearest Blue is great.”
Lexa, emboldened by the alcohol coursing through her system, stood and extended her hand. Clarke set her glass down and wrapped her hand in Lexa’s. She pulled them to the empty space in front of the coffee table in perfect time. She dropped Clarke’s hand just as the instrumental break began and threw caution to the wind. Her face flushed, not from embarrassment, but exertion as she jumped around, dancing blissfully.
Clarke giggled, and the sound spurred Lexa to grab her hand once again and encouraged her into a spin. She twirled Clarke clockwise and then counterclockwise for good measure.
“Shaped by the clearest blue…” Clarke sang perfectly along with the track, and Lexa beamed. They danced like they had no care in the worlds, singing along to the chorus until the final note dropped.
“I once heard Lauren Mayberry describe their sound as dance/cry music, and I can’t think of a better description of Chvrches.”
“Omigod,” Clarke laughed as she grabbed Lexa’s arm. The touch was simple and innocent, but Lexa’s sort of hazy mind ran wild with the contact. “That is totally what this is. I love it.”
“Me too,” Lexa nodded. She reached for her phone to turn down the music, and when she did, she saw their empty wine glasses on the table. “I don’t have any more wine, but I do have a little assortment of liquors, and I think there are a few beers in the fridge.”
“Mind if I look?”
“Be my guest.”
Lexa followed Clarke as she sauntered into the kitchen. She found Lexa’s little liquor cabinet quickly as if she had been coming over here for ages. “Oh, Deep Eddy Sweet Tea! This stuff is so good!” Clarke grabbed the bottle and set it on the counter. She pulled open Lexa’s fridge to most likely search for a mixer. “Oh, my god. I can’t believe you have fresh mint leaves.”
Lexa blushed a little at the comment. “There’s a communal garden in the back of the apartment complex. I planted a little herb garden last year. Mint, rosemary, thyme, and basil. I planted sage as well, but some fucking asshole ran his bike through the garden, and the sage was an unfortunate casualty.”
At the tail end of her rant, she looked up to find Clarke staring at her with a blank face. She adjusted the hem of her shirt, just trying to do something with her nervous energy. “What?”
“You’re cute when you curse.” Clarke winked. She set the mint leaves next to the vodka and snatched a lime from Lexa’s fruit bowl. “Can I make you a drink?”
Lexa looked back over the ingredients Clarke had procured: sweet tea vodka, mint leaves, and limes. “What is it?”
“Don’t worry; you’ll like it.”
Lexa should…
