Priscilla rocked her hips hard against the vibrations of the music that blasted through the speakers. She let her hand comb itself through her hair and she raised her arms up, separating the lower half of her body from the top.

She twirled in circles, her hips shaking in the same direction as her fingers fell from her scalp, to her cheeks to her neck. Priscilla could feel the humid air snake up to her thighs as her dress rose up little by little, almost exposing her black thong.

Priscilla opened her eyes, squinting down at the boys watching her twirl on the table. Most of them had their eyes on her face, her breasts or her skirt. She smiled down at them as if they were her fans and she was performing for them.

Priscilla picked up her cup, that had been resting next to her foot and took a sip of her drink. She smiled as the burning sensation arose in her throat.

The vibrations felt stronger as she continued dancing.

She felt hot, powerful, carefree. Priscilla crouched down, putting her cup back as she held out her hand to a boy with blonde hair to match hers. His eyes caught on with hers, his hand falling into hers. It was soon ripped away as someone intervened.

"Get the fuck down," Fez commanded, pushing the boy out of his way with ease. His eyes were serious and his face burned red like it did the night of the carnival.

"You don't tell me what to do," the blonde crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at Fezco.

"Your dress is halfway up your ass bro, get the fuck down."

Priscilla stuck up her middle finger.

Fez rolled his eyes, grabbing a hold on the girl's legs and he pulled her over his shoulder, grabbing the back of her dress and forcing it down to cover her. "You're so fucking annoying!"

He let her down, making Priscilla stumble as her feet touched the floor. Fezco took a moment to observe her. Her eyes were a more darkened shade of blue, they were glassy and horribly bloodshot. Her feet rocked her back and forth, almost as if they didn't,  then the girl would simply collapse. Her blonde bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat and the rest, that previously had been straightened, was now soaking wet waves.

She had on her party dress.

A baby pink Latex dress that Fezco had seen her wear three times before. It fit so tight that it made her body look heavenly and her breast sit up, drawing your immediate attention. She was so beautiful.

She knew she was beautiful.

"You're drunk," he said, watching as she wobbled back and forth to keep her balance.

"You're high," she snapped back, squinting her blue eyes at him.

Fez chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, "I'm always high."

"What do you fucking want?" Priscilla spit, her speaking slurred.

"Is the shit you on now? Dancing for motherfuckers like some stripper?"

"Fuck you," Priscilla scoffed, turning around to walk away but Fez grabbed a hold of her wrist, stopping her. Priscilla licked her lips, running a hand through her hair, "What do you even care? Don't you have another bitch to worry about?"

"Fuck are you even talking about?" Fezco squinted at her, letting go of her arm.

"I saw you!" Priscilla yelled at him, pushing his chest.

"Oh my fucking god," the boy groaned, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.

"Oh my fucking god," she mocked, "yeah."

"That wasn't even anything."

The blonde raised her hand in front of his face, anger rising deep in her chest, "You know what? I was actually hoping to apologize for the night of the carnival, and maybe be friends again but just fuck off, Fez."

"Over a fucking dance, bro?" Fez stepped closer, his face to Priscilla's. She backed into the wall behind her, shaking her head as he eyed her.

"No, because you-you're an asshole! You haven't seen me in, I don't know, how many weeks and the first thing I see is you desperately trying to replace me. Not only did you basically called me a whore for having fun at a party, but you get jealous. You get in that stupid fucking jealous mood you always get in. You try to condescend me for doing the same exact shit that you do!" Priscilla could feel her face overheating, not only with anger but because it was extremely humid at the party. Her vision started to become blurry as her body started to feel heavier to hold up. She tripped over herself, falling into Fezco's chest. Priscilla pushed herself off of him, wiping her forehead, "You're not my fucking boyfriend, we're not even friends so just leave me the fuck alone."

"Woah, woah, woah, chill out, alright?" Fezco grabbed ahold of her arms, pulling the girl back up straight, letting her fall into him, "I'm sorry, for getting all roudy and shit. I just don't like when you do that shit."

"Whatever," Priscilla groaned, becoming too tired and too intoxicated to even continue arguing.

"You came here by yourself?" Fezco brushed his thumb on the girl's chin, making her look up at him.

She shook her head.

"No, I'm-I'm w-with Rue and Lexi."

"Rue? Y'all chill again?"

"Who was the girl you were with?" Priscilla slurred, slightly spitting as she spoke. Her eyes were low and her voice was slower.

Fezco simply shrugged, "Doesn't matter."

Priscilla didn't let up, feeling an emotional lump in her throat arising, "Who was she?"

He could read the expression on her voice and shook his head again, continuing to rub his thumb on her chin, "Just some girl, I'm not worried about her though, I'm with you."

"Yeah, right," Priscilla rolled her eyes, letting her arms fall lazily around his neck, "Dance with me."

"Huh?"

"I didn't stutter," she chuckled in his ear before leaning back to look at him. Her eyes were no longer sad and drunk, they were seductive, "dance with me or watch someone else do it."