Clubs were never really your scene.

They are loud, filled to the brim with sweaty people, and so, so hot due to all the gyrating bodies within. Really, if you had to choose between staying at home, curled up on the couch with your favourite red head while watching Netflix, you would definitely choose that over…this.

But Anna really wanted a night to unwind, especially after finishing her last exam and who are you to deny her a night of fun. Or as Kristoff would put it “You are so in love that you would do anything to see her smile.”

So that’s how you ended up here, sitting at a table off to the side nursing your second beer of the night, with some song that you don’t recognize blasting loudly through the club. The heavy bass line pounds heavily in your ears that you swear you can feel it resonate throughout your body.

Taking another sip of your beer your eyes scan the dance floor for any sight of your over energetic girlfriend. She of course asked if you wanted to dance, but seeing as you had less rhythm than a fish flopping on dry land you had declined but told her to go ahead.

“Having fun?” You jump slightly at the loud sound of Kristoff’s voice beside you.

“Loads,” you reply dryly as he takes a seat beside you, a beer clutched in one hand with two shots of what appears to be Tequila held in the other. Another reason why you aren’t a huge fan of clubs, the fact you have to literally yell in order to get someone to hear you over the music.

He laughs and slides one of the shots towards you. “Come on Elsa, unwind for a bit.” He raises his beer and tilts it in your direction, which you dutifully tap yours against in cheers. He takes a hearty swig of his drink, while you follow suit and take a more reserved one from yours.

You lean closer to him and ask, “Where’s Anna?”

He points in the direction of the dance floor with his beer bottle. Following in the general direction he pointed at, you catch sight of a flash of red and spot her within the crowd with her cousin Rapunzel.

Now, Anna herself isn’t really the most graceful person you know (which you find really endearing at times) but from how she would dance around the apartment you know she has the moves. Oddly enough from what you can see, you aren’t really sure if you can really call how she’s moving to be dancing at the moment. Wait a second is she…

Dear God she really is doing the sprinkler in the middle of the dance floor.

“Looks like she’s really tearing it up,” Kristoff chuckles and takes another swig.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you smile into your palm as her and her cousin do some odd dance move (is that the monkey?) causing people to give them a wide berth on the dance floor. An odd feeling of warmth fills your chest as you see her laugh and smile with her cousin, (she really is a dork).

As if feeling your gaze, she turns her head in your direction and smiles. She crooks her finger at you in an attempt to get you to join her on the dance floor. Smiling in return, you shake your head and raise your beer to show her you’re doing just fine where you are.

After exchanging a few words with her cousin, you notice her make her way towards you and Kristoff, a slight bounce to her step as she maneuvers through the crowd.



“Elsa, come dance with me!” she says when she reaches your table, panting slightly.

“I’m fine Anna, really.” You smile in reassurance as she frowns. “Go and enjoy yourself with Rapunzel.” You nod your head in the direction of her cousin.

Pouting slightly at your answer, she grasps your free hand and tugs slightly. “Please, just one dance.”

Looking over at Kristoff helplessly, he shrugs his shoulders (wow, some help he turned out to be) and nudges you slightly off your seat. She tugs on your hand again. “Ok fine, one dance,’ you acquiesce and let yourself be pulled off your chair. “Just let me…” You grab your nearly forgotten shot and knock it back, quickly chugging your beer to chase the bitter flavour of the alcohol from your tongue.

As soon as you place the empty bottle back onto the table, you find yourself being pulled into the throng of people, her grip tightening in yours in order to not lose you. Finding her cousin, she turns around to face you, an excited look on her face.

Leaning forward, she places her hands on your hips, pulling you closer to her. “Just keep your eyes on me,” she says, taking note of your discomfort with being in a crowd. Thankfully she had taken you to a not-so crowded portion of the club, so it isn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

She starts to dance, but unlike before her movements are less erratic and in time with the beat of the music. At first you’re unsure as to how to move, your body feeling heavy as your try your best to keep up with her. You should just give up, you’re just making a fool out of yourself and embarrassing her at the same time. You really don’t understand why she wants to be seen with you.

“Anna I should just g –” Before you can finish your sentence she grabs your hands, pulling on them back and forth in an attempt to get your whole body moving. Smiling encouragingly, she lets go of one of your hands and raises your conjoined hands to spin underneath it. You crack a smile at her antics and she laughs, her face full of life and happiness.

She stumbles into you as Rapunzel jumps on her back, the two of them bursting into giggles as they begin to have a vicious “dance off”. You begin to realize that this is one of the reasons why you love her so much. Because no matter how awkward or how out of place you may feel, she would do everything in her power to make you feel as if you belonged (even if that meant doing the shopping cart with her cousin in the middle of the dance floor).

“Elsa.” Her voice and a gentle hand on your cheek breaks you out of your reverie. “If you want to go back and sit we can,” she asks, a concerned look in her eyes. “I don’t want you to –”

You cut her off by cupping her face gently with your hands and placing your lips against hers. She kisses you back, smiling against your lips. Pulling away you close your eyes and press your forehead against hers, and for a brief moment you forget that right now you’re on a crowded dance floor, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, because at this moment all you care about is her and only her.

Opening your eyes, you stare into hers and grin. “Just…shut up and dance with me.”

Over the pounding music you hear her laugh, her arms wrapping around you as she begins to bounce up and down to the beat. You’re pretty certain the two of you are making quite the scene in the club, seeing as you’re both dancing around like idiots but right now you could really care less what other people think. You may look like a fool, but right now you’re dancing with your fool, and honestly…her opinion is the only one that matters.

Another late night drabble. I’ve literally been listening to Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon all night which basically inspired this whole mess. Again, sorry not beta’d, all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Think of this as falling in the same universe as my last drabble (Penis game anyone? haha). Hope you enjoy, if not that’s ok. Cheers!

