Camille was mere couple of steps before stepping onto the dance floor and activating Thot Mode. But, she was interrupted by Panda finally showing up out of nowhere. Good. Camille’s bestie had finally arrived, which meant nothing but good things for the legendary duo. Camille and Panda were a more iconic duo than peanut butter and jelly.
Walking over to her best friend, she smiled and pulled her in for a hug. She was actually surprised that Panda had come all this way to the dance floor. The effort definitely would not go unrewarded. Camille really did appreciate it. Panda chuckled as she was hugged, before placing her hands on her friend’s back and returning the embrace.
”Panda! Hey! What’s up?” She cheered, hugging her bestie,
”You wanna go dance? Or do you wanna go grab some drinks first?””I haven’t had a chance to get any alcohol in me, but I can dance sober. I have absolutely no sense of self-consciousness, as you well know,” Panda giggled.
”Y’know what? Why don’t we get some drinks in ya? Might as well get some more liquid confidence in ya.”Camille took Panda’s hand and started to drag her to the bar. Hopefully she was open to the idea of having some alcohol in her. Maybe the two can enter Thot Mode together. Arriving at the bar, she flagged the barkeep.
”Hey. Can I get a cranberry vodka? My friend here will take a….” She didn’t know what Panda wanted. Honestly, she really hoped that Panda would finish the sentence for her, which the scene girl did.
”Mint julep, thanks” she answered, before grinning and stretching.
”I haven’t danced at a party in months. I hope I’ve still got it.” When the drinks arrived, Panda took the cocktail and finished the whole thing in ten seconds without taking a breath, placing the glass of ice cubes and mint leaves back on the bar.
Before Camille could even take a sip out of her own drink, Panda was already done with her own. So it was gonna be like that, eh? It was a challenge Camille was going to accept. Chuckling a little, she slammed her vodka cranberry back in one gulp.
”Ya feelin’ it yet? Or you wanna go back for one more round?””I could go for another ten. I shouldn’t and I won’t, but I could. Let’s have one more drink and then we dance.” Panda learned over the bar, to the barman.
”This time, I’ll have an amaretto. No ice. It won’t have a chance to get warm.”Following Panda back to the bar, Camille followed up her order right after Panda’s, wanting to keep up with her as much as she could.
”Vodka Cranberry! No ice!” She interjected, before promptly receiving the drinks.
Slamming it down like a shot, she felt the burn go down her throat. No pain, no gain. Turning around to Panda, her face already a little red, she gestured to the dance floor.
”Shall we?”Panda was still just finishing hers as Camille turned to her. Panda didn’t and couldn’t down shorts or cocktails as if they were shots. She merely enjoyed the taste of the sweet ones, and drank them normally albeit in one sitting. She faced Camille after finishing her second drink, and smiled, and grabbed Camille’s hand in preparation to be led away from the bar.
”Of course! Lead the way!”Taking Panda’s hand, Camille pulled her toward the dance floor. She wasn’t gonna settle for the edge, because the edge was for pussies. Camille had the heart of the dance floor in mind for them. Their blood was running on liquid confidence, and Camille was feeling ballsy. Closing the distance between her and Panda, she started dancing with her, sticking her arms up and gyrating her hips. There wasn’t room for Jesus between the two of them, either. At first, it was slightly out of rhythm but then once she got it - it was on.
This took Panda by surprise. Ordinarily, she’d be down for a more goofy style of dancing, but this was fun too, and she definitely could have done it sober. She tried to match Camille, awkwardly at first, but as Camille found her groove, so too did Panda. She wasn’t even thinking about how suggestive they looked to onlookers, or about how bad this looked coming from a closeted daughter of an old money christian family. She was hooked by the sensation of feeling like a freak. The feeling of having their neighbors look at them and going ‘damn, learn some shame!’
Shame and Camille were oxymorons. She didn't have a single care in the world about being judged. People judged her for who she was already, she might as well have just rolled with the punches. Continuing to dance, saying that Camille was enjoying it was an understatement. She looked at her dancing partner and smiled, continuing to dance.
”You having fun? I'm having fun!””I am having so much fun!” Panda answered excitedly. There was nothing ulterior about her desire to dance and make a freak of herself. As she smiled, and laughed, it was a paradox how a dancer so dirty could also seem so pure.
Dancing for what seemed like an eternity, Camille had eventually lost her breath and was in desperate need of a break. Slowing down her dancing, she wrapped her arm around Panda’s arm.
”You wanna take a breather? I could use one.” Panda nodded, and wordlessly gestured to the chairs at the edge of the room, panting heavily. Her face was flushed, and the skin around her face was sleek with sweat. Miraculously, there wasn’t much sweat on her face to ruin her makeup. The two made their way to the chairs and Panda sat down, wiping the sweat from her neck and nape.
”That was something else!” she chuckled.
”I had no idea you could dance like that! I had no idea I could, for that matter!We need to go to more parties, Camille!”Camille followed Panda to the chairs and promptly took a seat. She was huffing and puffing. Dancing was fun, but boy was it tiring. Her chest inflated and deflated as she took deep breaths. It was totally worth it.
”Stick with me, Panda. You're gonna experience a lot better than that. Camille looked at the bar. Drinks sounded good, cold drinks sounded even better, and cold drinks with her best friend sounded phenomenal.
”More drinks to cool us down? I could use another.””Yes, please. Anything sweet is fine.” Panda replied, smiling at her friend, as she sat back and actually began to think. Was dancing like that with another girl, a figure head of BHHS’s LGBT community no less, really the best way to stay in the closet?...probably not, but the damage was now done. Even so, the desire to go up and do the exact same thing had lessened considerable by the time Camille came back. She’d be able to tell Panda was deep in thought.
Camille nodded and went to go fetch drinks for Panda and herself. She figured Panda could use the extra break. Camille walked up and ordered the usual. A vodka cranberry for her, and an amaretto for her beloved Panda. The bartender, of course, served the drinks promptly.
Taking the drinks in both hands, she walked over and gave it to Panda. She looked like she was very concentrated.
”Whatcha thinking about? You look focused.” Panda looked up and grinned again, as if to say ‘nothing to worry about!’ as she took her drink.
”Thank you! And oh, just that our dancing was pretty intense and that I hope I haven’t accidentally outed myself...” She took a sip of the drink this time. Just a sip.
Camille shook her head, laughing at the thought of accidentally outting herself.
”Relax. You're fine. Girls dance with other girls all the time.” Camille took a sip from her drink, before adding another point.
”You'll only out yourself if you straight up kiss me or something. Dancing is fine. We're drunk anyway.” She looked at Panda then back at the floor.
”You wanna dance some more or do you just wanna chill here for a bit?””I can’t spend all night sitting down overthinking shit. Let’s hit the floor again before I psych myself out of it and ruin the night for everybody!”Quickly downing the rest of her drink, Panda then caught Camille’s wrist and pulled her back into the central throng of the dance floor, ready for round 2. As before, when she started dancing, she wasn’t yet in the rhythm. She wasn’t in freak mode. It took a minute or two of dancing with Camille, feeding off her vibes. The cross-pollination of Freak and Thot energies created some downright nasty shit if you mix them well enough.
Nasty was an understatement. Camille had gone from front-to-front dancing to just straight up grinding. Innocence was no longer in existence. They took turns switching off. Were they getting judgmental looks? Yeah, they were. Did they care? No, not at all.
Having switched off the voice in her head, which must have been present on some level before, telling her that she might out herself if she’s not careful, Panda was really going at it right now. The dancing that she and Camille were doing could qualify as ‘Not Safe For Work’! Camille was right. Straight girls do this shit all the time, and nobody really doubted their sexuality. With this knowledge, Panda was letting the vibes dictate her movements.
They danced like this for a while, and were given a wide berth by the other dancers as if they were all afraid the nastiness was contagious. Only a handful still danced. Others were just watching the two with a morbid fascination, and noting how different this was to the equally eye catching dancing (but for different reasons) that was going on at the other side of the central throng, between Trixie and Marshal. The Hottest Not-Couple had grace and poise, and you could describe their dirty dancing with long, fancy words like ‘tantalising’, which was not the correct word to describe the filth happening over on this side.
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