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A mix of cotton candy pink and starlight yellow flashed through your vision as Wilford spun you around and into his chest, a big ol’ grin on his face as he pushed you back, did a twirl, then brought you back in; all to the beat of the 80s playlist that blasted throughout the club.
You were having the time of your life, nearly bumping into a few other dancers as you and Wilford twirled and jumped around each other in a surprisingly-well-danced choreography that you both came up with on the spot. You were surprised he was able to move so smoothly; what with all the margaritas and co*cktails he had in his system. You supposed it had something to do with how outlandish he was; always popping in and out of places out of nowhere and making you wonder if there was more to him than you first assumed.
Nonetheless, you continued your dance, allowing the music to carry you through the night.
Just as the next song was starting, Wilford suddenly spun you away and hopped up onto the stage; clapping his hands and stomping his feet to the beat while the crowd cheered him on. They clapped along to the beat and pumped their fists in the air like they just didn’t care, large smiles on all of their faces and the club feeling like a true party paradise.
Though, you supposed, with Wilford Motherlovin’ Warfstache, everywhere was a true party paradise.
He rolled his body and did a twist, pulling up a few dancers to join him before allowing his gaze to fall back onto you; your eyes shining like spotlights as you raised your arms above your head and swayed your hips. He held a hand out to you and pulled you up, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as you lightly bumped into his chest due to the force of his pull.
The song reached its chorus, the beat never slowing its tempo and allowing Wilford to twirl you again, push you away, pull you back in, and suddenly swing you into a dip that made your head spin. He gave you a wink before kissing you, the suddenness of it all making you squeak before you finally regained your composure and kissed him back, making the crowd cheer as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smirked into the kiss.
He pulled you back up and let out a cheer, soon clapping along to the beat and making the crowd follow along just as the song’s chorus ended and its second verse began.
You lightly continued to move to the beat, your eyes blinking a bit as you processed the kiss. You glanced at him and tilted your head a little, wondering for a moment if the kiss was just for show. However, you soon learned how wrong you were as he did a spin, stopped himself when his body was fully facing yours, and gave you another joyful kiss; this time on your cheek.
The crowd cheered again, some people even grabbing at Wilford to get a kiss from him, too. He just playfully pushed them away and wiggled his finger at them, pointing to you and giving them a cheeky wink before turning back to you and leading you into another fun dance.
It was a little difficult to process everything, his fast movements and the blasting music making your head grow a bit foggy. Despite all that, you still joined his dance, letting out a laugh as you spun him, tugged his pink wig off, and playfully tossed it into the crowd. He gave you a playful smirk at that before grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you in for another kiss that made the crowd cheer for the millionth time that night.
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“You put on quite the show back there, lollipop!” Wilford giddily complimented you as you both slipped backstage and toward his dressing room, a playful glint in his eye that made you give him a flirtatious smirk.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Mr. Warfstache.” You replied, hopping in front of him before giving him another little twirl that made him laugh. Once he was facing you again, he leaned in and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night, his hands soon slipping onto your hips to pull you closer before he suddenly slipped away and into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you with a soft look of disappointment that you were sure he’d never let you live down if he saw.
“Seriously?” You soon huffed out, knocking on his door and receiving nothing but a soft giggle in reply from him. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Just because you were used to him being a playful tease like this didn’t mean it ever made it any easier. “After all that, you’re just gonna leave me in the dust?”
“Not the dust, my dear!” He argued with an amused tone. You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “The glitter! Believe me, there’s a difference!”
A grin slipped onto your lips despite your poutiness, and it soon grew to a genuine smile as he reopened his door, pulled you inside, and placed another kiss onto your lips; the still-blasting music from the club making him twirl you into a whole new dance that had you both laughing your heads off by the time the song ended.
“Oh, by the way, my little daffodil,” He soon spoke as he spun you away from him, his hands resting on his hips in a sassy manner. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten your little crime. You owe me a new wig!” He pointed at you to emphasis his point, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he looked.
With a short step forward and a peck on his cheek, you replied; a playful smirk slipping onto your face as you rolled your eyes.
“Whatever you say, Tiger.”
