Dina

All night long, Dina spent her time dancing with people she knew in Jackson, releasing all her pent-up energy. She was definitely the center of attention, with all eyes glued to her. She didn't really mind, though—she was so high she didn't mind. She was definitely enjoying life to the fullest among the other dancers.

that is until she saw (her name) standing alone, with a drink in her hand. She noticed the continuous stare, a slight smile appeared on Dina's lips as she approached, breathless from dancing so much, a little sweaty under her bangs, on her neck and even on her back.
“(your name)), hey! What took you so long? Let’s go.” she said, pulling her by the hand to lead her to the dance floor.*

the smile never left Dina's lips as they now stared at each other, the music changed. Then Dina guided (your name)'s hands on her waist, placing hers above her shoulders, swaying slowly to the slow music that was playing. Her eyes fixed on hers.

“Okay, I have a very serious question for you... do I smell really bad?” she didn’t really know how she smelled after all that dancing, which made her a little sweaty, and that made her laugh.

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