xp_logs | Bobbi and Warren -- Dancing Queen

"I said the music is a little loud in here, isn't it?" Bobbi shouted at Warren as they danced in one of the resort's several night clubs.

She had a drink in one hand (which was not Bobbi-like), she wasn't quite sure what time it was (also not!Bobbi), and she didn't care (not!Bobbi x 100).

The drink in her hand may not have been her first of the evening.

Warren grinned and shrugged, pointing to his ears. Telepathy would be a handy skill right now. A few moments later, he realized what she was saying. Maybe

"Is this too much for you?," he shouted back. The crowd was a bit younger than he'd anticipated, but when Paris Hilton was the guest DJ, it brought out the young people. "We can go?"

"No no no, this is the best part, wait... here, this here!" She pumped her fist into the air in time to the song, David Guetta's Titanium, which was just hitting the post-chorus wub-wub-wub part.

Bobbi may have spilled a little of her drink at the same time.

Warren expertly side stepped the spillage, more amused by anything. "I didn't think you knew how to really enjoy yourself," he commented. In fact, this trip was really making it apparent to him that he actually barely knew Bobbi.

"I have no idea why you agreed to come but I'm glad you did."

"Me either!" she shouted back in reply, a little awkwardly as the building part collapsed back into another verse, but she didn't care. "Hey, you want another drink? It's on me!" Bobbi raised her glass and then laughed, seeing that she kinda spilled some on the new dress Warren had bought her, but most of it was on her leg thankfully. Tomorrow she'd feel like total crap about that but she wasn't feeling anything like that just then.

"I mean it's like on me too, haha, but it's also on me!" Because they were 'free' since Warren had already paid for everything at the all inclusive spot. It wasn't the best joke but she didn't notice. To be fair, sober!Bobbi probably wouldn't have noticed either.

Drinking was something Warren could do. He was doing his best not to indulge in anything else, more because he didn't trust anyone here to give him quality drugs. Young people took whatever would fuck them up the fastest and he wasn't interested in that. There was something to be said about moderation anyways. Something something bad for you, or whatever. "I'll go get it," he said, motioning towards the bar. He didn't really want to leave Bobbi alone, but she was enjoying herself dancing, and it looked like no one else was going to bother her anyways.

It took a while to get drinks, and maneuver himself over to where Bobbi was...but then he realized she wasn't in the same place he had left her. Nor was she even on the same level. Looking up, he sighed. "Shit."

By some minor miracle, Bobbi had managed to make her way to the top of a table without falling and landing flat on her behind. She was dancing to the next song DJ Hilton had whipped out, Bang Bang by Jessie J. et al, and she was in the groove by the time Warren returned.

When she saw him her eyes went wide and she made a 'gimme' motion with her hands, reaching out for one of the drinks.

"Warren! I'm up here on the table and I'm danc-"

Which was her downfall, quite literally, as she lost her balance when she overreached. Both of her feet went out from under her and she fell face forward, her midsection hitting the edge of the table and flipping her over onto her back as she fell hard onto the floor.

"Ow."