Drunk In Love, what the fuck is that?
That obnoxious Beyonce song.
If I hear one more person sing Drunk in Love I’m going to use them as a practice dummy for all the dark spells in my grimoire.
[Katerina twirled around and laughed, she felt free, for once. She shouted the lyrics to the song.] Ah man, this is great.
[Alana whipped her hair around, spinning just as the song ended. She laughed, falling onto the floor to catch her breath].] Told you it’d be fun.
[A laugh actually escaped her lips, and she blotted out the cigarette as she was dragged to her feet. The blonde tried to dance, but it looked more like she was having a seizure. Oh well, she was trying] Hello, daddy, hello mom!
[Alana laughed, but kept dancing to the music. Her head felt light thanks to the alcohol and she flicked the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with her heel.] I’m you ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
No, an old friend told me I danced like an old woman. [She laughs uneasily and takes the alcohol, practically chugging it despite the pain in her throat]
Oh? We’ll see about that. [Alana’s eyes widened as Cherry Bomb starts to play before grabbing the other girls arm and pulling her off the couch. Alana started singing along, laughing like and idiot and starting to dance.] You have to dance to this song, c’mon!
Joan Jett with Cherie Currie, 1976
[she hands Alana the bottle, already grinning like an idiot. She could already tell it was going to be a good night. The blonde flicked the ashes off the end of the cigarette and raised it back to her lips]
Dancing? Yeah, I’m going to have to be drunk off my ass.
[She takes a long swig, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. After the third sip she could feel her body relaxing. She passed the bottle back to Kat, laughing a bit.] You don’t dance?
[Kat smirks a little and plops down on the couch, popping open the bottle of vodka. She sways a little to the music, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag] You make a good Cherie.
Thanks. You make a good Joan, only thing you’re missing is the hair. [She grins, taking a drag from her cigarette before walking back to Kat, holding gout her hand for the bottle.] We’ve gotta get drunk enough to like, dance to every single song like we’re the ones singing ‘em.