<br/><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Henderson Farm, Barn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dancing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Miriam, Marco [Mentioning Aaron]<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Freedom (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFDzYPh-GXk)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was looking over at Miriam and Jeremiah when the former passed on an imaginary joint to Gwynn. No way she was going to try that, for the gazillion time, geezus Miriam, you spend too much time with that weeb and got your brain fried. And sure as hell she won’t let Gywnn come near that stuff, either. Megan was anything but prudish, yet getting stoned was on her permanent ban list. Anything that risked in showing off one’s less appealing  side was on her personal Death Note. ‘That’s not what it means.’ Curtis told her more than once, but meh, who gives a fudge? Death Note, Black List, all the same. Instead she dragged her girls to the barn and took the dance floor as if she owned it, this time dancing right to the rhythm, the three of them looking like pro dancers out for some fun.<br/><br/>''Let's go get some drinks and food and then we will come back for the ladies.'' Damian said to Jeremiah, suggesting they all sneak off when they return. As if.<br/><br/>“Shyah. Not leaving the dance floor ‘till I’m burned out, food can wait.” Megan practically screamed into Gwynn’s ear, the music too loud for normal conversations.<br/><br/>“And if you’d think for once with that other brain, you’d sneak off with Damian alooo-ne.” She went on placing her hand on the blondie’s shoulder and swaying her hips really close to her body. Ever since the Zoe incident she felt like she has to restrain these kind of things around Gwynn not to spark any unwanted rumors, though it was all innocent, girl fun. Tonight, she won’t care about that anymore, tonight it was all over. No freak bitches, no unwanted drama, just “FREEEDOM!” she screamed with the chorus, lifting her hands up in the air and letting her legs take control of the dance.<br/><br/>“Come on, Curtis, put that down and move your ass for once.” She winked, the subtle reference not lost on the young photographer who was taking shots of the jocks giving it their all on the dancefloor, totally immersed in the scene himself.<br/><br/>Swaying her rear, she bumped into Marco who just came in approaching the trio with nothing but words of admiration...and a mind filled with all the wrong deeds. Well, he also came bearing gifts, though not the kind Megan was into.<br/><br/>“If it isn’t the Fresh Prince of Swag himself!” Megan said returning his compliment, giving him a little brush with her curves, completely oblivious of the state Naomi left him in. “You’re the freaking hero of the night. You and Aaron.” She said switching to the rhythm of the  new song playing on (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wuFt7gNArM). Finally a song she could take it slow to and be able to talk without damaging her vocal chords.<br/><br/>“Where you disappeared to right after?”she asked as Curtis took a shot of them, catching Marco’s body dangerously close to her and winked back. Megan knew it wasn’t actually aimed for her and smiled. Someone else was getting bolder that night.<br/><br/>She wiggled her index finger, mimicking “nooo” to Curtis with her lips, then spread her hands to the sides, in a gesture that meant “I caught a fish this big”, while still dancing. Megan was pretty sure that the short wordless exchange between them wasn’t caught by Marco’s eyes, still probably blinded by the flash. She was in quite the humorous mood, the last thing on her mind was the gym addict’s ‘swag’, but even she had wondered sometimes.<br/>