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She put her arms around the smaller, more slender female’s waist with a soft smile. Her hair bounced back and forth, sometimes brushing against her plump cheeks and once in a while against her warm, inviting lips. Her loving green eyes flickered in the soft light of the dance hall, letting the other girl know that everything was right, that everything would be okay. She, however, was not like this radiant, content femme. She was a dirty blonde with sandy brown eyes and a more frail appearance. She was gaunt and thin as a rail, in fact her clothes almost were too big even for her size. Yet, somehow that didn’t matter. She looked her best this night, wearing her satin dress, ruby colored dress shoes, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her lips were a gentle azul and the mascara hid most of her pale visage.
“You look beautiful tonight, Sherry.” Gina whispered as the two of them danced slowly around the hall.
Sherry’s cheeks flushed a deep red at the compliment, her teeth visibly biting down on her bottom lip as well. She giggled and looked away, not saying anything in return. Gina smiled anyway and simply pulled her closer, almost hugging her in the middle of their dance.
Gina herself was dolled up like she always was—white dress, almost like a wedding dress, with gray high heels; her pretty ebony hair flowing naturally as the leaves of a tree fluttering in the wind; her make-up not quite as heavy and distracting as Sherry’s, but enough to make her look like a goddess to the common eye; her glasses gone for the evening in favor of some contacts with a similar hue to Sherry’s eye color.
To Sherry, Gina was the pinnacle of what is beauty, of what is haute culture, of everything she ever dreamed to be, but could not be. She even had the perfect personality to match! Kind, loving, caring, considerate of her fellow man, everything that seemed to be absent from modern day society. Above all, she accepted Sherry for who she was, not for how she looked or for any other shallow, petty vain thing.
“Sherry, you there?” Gina peeped as she almost knocked Sherry down, smiling and giggling.
“Sawry, waz lost in thought waz all.” she responded sheepishly, regaining her composure quickly.
Gina shook her head and smiled a bit bigger, her hand moving up to grab Sherry’s as they moved on into another slow dance as the music switched to something a bit slower, softer. The two didn’t need to say anything to know what they were going to do next. The song came on, some unknown instrumental from one of many romantic chick flicks.
The dance itself seemed so natural, yet so majestic, if only for the way Gina could move. She stepped from side to back with ease, as if that were the way she naturally walked. Her dress swaddled back and forth, clashing with Sherry’s from time to time. Sherry too was moving gracefully, unlike how she normally is, this clumsy young girl from England.
Gina moved her hand up to the back of Sherry’s head and guided her to her shoulder, smiling as her own head soon followed after to rest against the side. Sherry closed her eyes and let herself become lost into the wonderful evening, the wonderful moment with the girl she loved. Nothing could tarnish this moment, nothing could ruin it. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
The song ended almost as soon as it began, or at least that’s how Sherry felt about it.
“That’s the last song for the evening, folks. Please be sure to come back next weekend for our Swinging Dance Extravaganza!” the DJ announced.
“I guess we ought to get going, love.” Gina breezed into Sherry’s ear, giving her a soft squeeze before parting from their dancing embrace.
“I guess we oughtta.” she whispered disappointingly.
“Why, love,” Gina mused, “You sound disappointed. Don’t be so. Tonight was the beginning of a new adventure in our lives. Things are going to be great between us. I promise.”
Sherry smiled warmly and nodded, saying nothing elese as she took Gina’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
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