22 April 2012
Seph grinned at the crowd that had gathered around them, she could spot a few faces she recognized from her Kerrang! magazines but was focusing on their dancing. She twirled round still holding one of his hands to get closer, playing on what a professional dancer would do if she were in fact mixed with a pole dancer, and Andy seemed to be her pole. She remembered her mum once taking her to learn dancing and leaving before she'd actually chosen, naturally the 15 year old Seph chose pole dancing so she knew some of the basics. She poised her back and lost all prudency she had before as she pulled all her pole dance moves she could use without hurting him before he could complain. She was smoothing her hands over his body, not getting too adventurous, and playing up to the role. A smirk on her face and her innocent resolve was gone. Alcohol had killed it. And if Seph's mind went rampant then she was likely to act like a female Ashley...
Jake seemed impressed and showed it on his face as he noticed a crowd outside that seemed to be wolf whistling and cheering a heck of a lot. He wondered if CC was doing something nutty in the midst of it but couldn't hear the drummer's crazy yells. He shrugged it off and tried to tower Tokky's empty beer on his stack of bottles, it stayed there for a few tense moments then fell over, Jake pouted. "Marcus who? Never heard of that guy..." He muttered, trying to reassemble the bottles.
WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 117. Her Pole • Opuss № I