Stay with Caoimhe

"I'm not going to leave you all by yourself," you say. "Come on, if you can't dance by yourself, and you sure as shit can't, we'll dance together and make fools out of ourselves."

With that, you grab Caoimhe's arms, forcing her to dance, if only by raising and lowering her arms.

"This is ridiculous," Caoimhe smiles. "Can we just not do this?"

"Fuck that, you're loving this. You're smiling, aren't you?"

The song switches to that Spanish tune everyone seems to love, so you decide to switch it, twirling Caoimhe.

"Come on, feel free to sing along. You speak Spanish?"

"I do French," Caoimhe responds.

"Shit. Fuck it anyway, just make up the words," you say. "Something something something domino, something something something gondalo, something something something bandalo."

"That's not making up the words, that's just saying 'Something' repeatedly and mispronouncing Spanish words," Caoimhe smiles.

"Just wait, they say Puerto Rico at some point, I'll sing that," you say.

"As long as you don't **** me to dance again," Caoimhe says.

Taking her cue, you grab Caoimhe, holding her tightly and half-dancing, half-grinding.

"This isn't even dancing."

"It's turning me on, at least," you smile. "How about you?"

"You do look cute when you're dancing," Caoimhe says.

With that you kiss Caoimhe, and your attempt to get her to dance quickly turns to you just making out with her. You push her against the wall, your tongue now in her mouth. Your hand quickly moves down, reaching around and grabbing her ass through her skirt. You squeeze tightly, before Caoimhe pauses, pushing you back.

"Not in front of the whole school, Jack," Caoimhe says, pausing for a moment.

"Fine, let's dance," you say, resuming your dancing.

You grin at Caoimhe's uncomfortable response.

"Ha, dancing or public affection, you can't pick what's worse."

"Don't be a dick. I just don't like these tunes."

"Come on, you have to love this one, at least. It's Rihanna," you say, as you begin to dance-walk your way out of the room. "See your iPhone camera flashing, please step back it's my style you're cramping... You must know the words?"

"I don't!"

"Well, just dance then," you say. "Don't act like you're aroused by these dance moves."

"I don't even think this song's Rihanna," Caoimhe notes.

"Pffh, what do you know, you don't even dance. Come on, then, we get a drink of punch?"

"Perfect," Caoimhe nods.