The second book of a much loved series that has been ongoing since March. Thank you all for 15k reads, fanart, fanfiction, and nothing but positive reviews. <3
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Vincent and Scott are officially a thing! But every relationship has its... compli...
((I realised I made a mistake I said it was 1987 but it's 1997 I'm so sorry I've been really unfocused recently :( But I did put a lot of research into this chapter so... yay... Thanks GlitchyPix for the beautiful fan art!))
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Downstairs, at the dancefloor, they had huge fans and air vents leading to outside, meaning that even the hottest part of the mosh pit was bearable.
"Thank goodness," Oliver wiped his sweaty forehead and un-buttoned his green shirt about halfway down, standing at the edge of the dancefloor. "It was hot up there."
"Nice tat..." Scott stared at the exposed part of his dark-skinned chest. "It's... what is that?"
Oliver looked over at Scott, tracing over his tattoo with his fingers, "Estado Libre y Soberano de Tamaulipas. Tamaulipas for short. It's the flag of the state where I come from."
"Really?" Scott reached out to trace over it with his own fingers. "Is it a good state?"
"I lived in a house with a dirt floor, muchacho, and it's one of the best in Mexico," Oliver raised an eyebrow. He always said 'Mexico' like Me-hi-co, which technically was how it was supposed to be said, but it always confused Scott for a split second when he heard it.
"Oh..." Scott pulled his hand away again and tilted his head. "That's really awful."
"No, it's not," Oliver rolled his eyes, "Tamaulipas is a beautiful part of Mexico, make no mistake. I'm sure you could find somewhere in America with dirt floors, too. It just depends which part of the city you look. Plus, just because a house has a dirt floor doesn't instantly make it dishevelled. The place I lived in was practically a mansion."
"That's very interesting, Oliver," Vincent had a slightly patronising tone to his voice, "But let's just get to the dancing, m'kay?" Vincent grabbed Scott by the hand and suddenly they disappeared into the crowd.
"Hey- we shouldn't just leave Ollie like that," Scott said (but still held on tightly to Vincent's hand as he pulled him through the bodies).
"He's a big boy. He'll be fine," Vincent turned around once they'd found a spot they could dance without being shoved with elbows and knees and squeezed between hips.
"You know what?" Scott asked as he and Vincent slid past each other in an elaborate dance move. "This is the most fun I've ever had at a club. Ever!"
"Me too," Vincent raised his voice to be heard over the music, grinning.
Scott giggled happily, he and Vincent dancing along to the music any way they could, anything from jumping up and down aimlessly to dancing with their arms around each other's waist.
Scott smiled, at one point wrapping his arms around Vincent's neck as they danced. He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes.
"What's that flirty look for?~" Vincent growled lowly in his throat, leaning down and kissing him, never stopping dancing.
