Flash Fiction Friday #18: Dance

she enters as the music dims to announce that dj prance would be supplying the tunes for the night. the club is dark and the crowd moves, almost in a trance, to the carnal demands of the pounding bass. she makes her way from the bar, drink in hand, to join the mass of bodies pressed together as they dip and sway in time to the music. she takes a glance around her, and their eyes meet. she bites her lip and their eyes say all. they meet halfway. his hands run up the length of her thigh and fingers hook on the loops of her pants. their bodies mold together as they begin to move in time. and then they dance.