The night was scented with May fog, softened by the warm buzz of diffused sunlight, and the ASB stadium was ready to close. The battle was won several rounds ago, and all that remained was a formality. And yet, a melody floated around, a lost wisp in a vicious hurricane.
Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway.
The Girafrig had done well, and so had Complications. He made a few mistakes early on, but don't we all? The bright lights of the stadium now seemed as steely as prison bars, and the trimmed grass were ready knives, their sheaves long lost from disuse.
Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.
And suddenly, the floodlights turned into the caress of ballroom lights, and orcinus was dancing, his feet barely touching the ground, his hands guiding her hips, turning, step, step, turning.
As the stadium was engulfed in a white light, orcinus laughed...
Fury Claws x3