On the Dancefloor

I never liked clubs. I never have and I never will. He always liked clubs. He always has, and hell, he probably always will. I didn't want to be out that night. I wanted to be sat at home with my hot chocolate in one hand and my laptop resting on my knees. He had called me though, and I had obeyed his request. I couldn't pick him out of the crowd. Lights blinded me when I tried to look for him, and music deafened me when I tried to call his name. I was there though, why waste an outfit. It was time to go make myself look good on the dancefloor.