Time: 11:36 PM
Place: Mathias's house
"PUT YO HANDS UP!" Mathias waved his glow sticks around and whooped.
Another Saturday night, another party, another house. This time it was Mathias's house, and since he was in the band, we all kind of had to go. And free booze. Plus, Mathias was a genius at mixing shots.
And Lizzie wanted to go.
It was a sort of tradition for someone to host the Homecoming afterparty, since God knows we all can't get enough of crowding a house and mosh-pitting to loud dance music. (Who would host was usually decided by a game of poker a week before Homecoming.) Yup, three hours was definitely not enough for us. Even if the music was in a different language, with snatches of English—but then again, that Korean sophomore kid Yong Soo had volunteered to DJ and he was pretty boss at it.
"Everyone put your hands up, and get your drinks up…"
And everyone had glow sticks. I don't know whether that was in his budget or not, but the glow stick-ness was pretty awesome.
The thing is, I was kind of tired, so I was chilling by the bar that connected the kitchen to the living room, which had been made into a makeshift dance-floor. I had a beer in one hand, and Lizzie's hand in the other.
It was pretty awesome.
"I still can't believe that you guys played 'Dance, Dance' for Homecoming," she said, rubbing her thumb over my hand.
"Ahh, that was only cuz yours awesomely suggested it," I said, and she laughed. "But really," I added, "If I hadn't said anything, Arthur would've had us play something hard rock, which, I guess is what we usually play, and it's the style that he usually writes songs in."
"That's really awesome," she said, and I saw a glimmer of awe in her eyes.
"Ah, shit," I said. "You're making me blush."
"Hey guys!" Mattie shuffled by (and I mean LMFAO shuffling). "When are you guys gonna dance? It's a party, man!"
"Dude, aren't you supposed to be behind the bar?" I raised my bottle and took a swig of it.
"I wanted to dance, man!" Mathias grinned. "And you seriously need to stop being a party pooper. I mean, what happened to the party Gilbo we all know and love?"
I looked at Lizzie. "Well," I said. "You kind of are my girlfriend."
She turned red. "Yeah, guess I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I drank the rest of my beer. "You said yes, didn't you?"
She peeked at me out of the corner of her eye. "I guess I did…"
"Seriously, Lizzie," I said, sliding off the bar stool and motioning to go out to the dance floor, "do I actually have to ask you formally to dance with me?"
"No! Fuck you!" but she start laughing and I took her hand and led her into the throng of dancers.
A new song was starting, and I pulled her close to me. She slid her arms around my neck and I leaned in and put my hands on her hips, which were moving to the beat. She smelled nice, like vanilla, and felt even nicer.
"This is really awesome," she said in my ear.
"You know what's awesomer?" I said, grinning.
"No." She was smiling too, wondering where I was going with it.
"This," I said, and I closed the distance between us and kissed her. Right in the middle of the dancers jumping up and down to some guys singing in some Asian language.
It sounds so incredibly cheesy and cliché, but I swear I saw fireworks. Maybe it was just everyone waving glowsticks around. Whatever it was, it was exactly like I said. Awesome.
And we kept kissing.
"Upstairs?" she whispered playfully, her hand rubbing the side of my head. I know it sounds really weird, but it actually felt really nice.
I drew back. "Wow. Roddy really didn't give you enough, did he?"
She rolled her eyes. "You are so lucky that I left my frying pan at home." But even with the joke, the question still lingered in her eyes.
I looked into them, those circles of green. "Of course, Lizzie."
Anything for you, Lizzie.
You know how the rest goes.
Aggh… what a disappointment of an omake… I'm sorry to all of those people who reviewed and e-glomped me for a review, haha. But still. =_= I'm sorry!
ANYWAY. Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO READ THIS STORY AND ADDED THIS TO THEIR ALERT AND FAVORITED THIS STORY AND REVIEWED AND EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU GUYS MADE THIS STORY POSSIBLE! If not for you guys, this would have remained a drabble forever. (lol) Again, I love you all MORE THAN GILBO LOVES LIZZIE. TRUE STORY. (heart)
*The song that I quoted is "Hands Up" by 2PM. Yeah, totally not an excuse to stick K-pop in there… haha.
*Mathias is always a genius with alcohol. I guess it's a headcanon? It showed up randomly in my other story The Name Is Arthur Kirkland because he's a bartender in that one. Ah well.
*Random babble about The Kingdom: They played "Dance, Dance" at Homecoming because it was an adaptable cross between rock and pop, and well, it's just an awesome dance song. Normally, they would play stuff that would be closer to the style of the band Muse. If you want to get a better idea, you can go ahead and listen to "Sunburn," "Cave," and "Muscle Museum." :3 I think, really, they can play anything, though. XD