elshalarossa: fatbirdnyc: Dancing on the bar she’s the queen of goddamned everything. Her top
elshalarossa: fatbirdnyc: Dancing on the bar she’s the queen of goddamned everything. Her top is still on the table next to my half drunk beer that I forgot about the second she climbed up. She’s swaying and moving as the crowd leers and yells, hoping some lace slips down to show more skin. She’s smiling and laughing to the blaring music that drowns out all the assholes and friends alike. I’ve got something akin to pride in me, but it’s more like gratitude even if it’s not about me. She’s dancing and I’m staring with my eyes open like I haven’t seen her a hundred times. But it’s different with her up there, letting everyone take her in like I do. It’s different with her up there and me in the back with a forgotten beer and a hard-on that won’t quit in spite of the hour and the amount of booze flowing through my boodstream. Because I’ll be fucked if she isn’t the prettiest. I’ll be damned if she isn’t the hottest most brilliant piece of ass to grace the Doc Holidays bar top since I was too young to drink. I want to watch and I want to cheer along with everyone else. For just a moment I want to forget that she’s coming home with me and just long to fuck her with the rest of the crowd. Dancing on the bar, she makes the whole East Village jealous, and all I can do is stand there with my hand in my pants, wanting her back by my side almost as I much as I want her to never stop. Dancing on the bar, she owns the world. - Guy That’s me in the red wig up there with Piper. :) Oh, NYC Halloween…. <3 God I love my friends. -- source link
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