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Maebe did not stay attached when she felt Dawson's body start to jerk from side to side, because it surprised her enough to back away. That was legitimately considered dancing, and it was good enough to make her smile, because he finally looked like he was enjoying himself. That was all that mattered.

So she let go, and her arms lifted up to shimmy to the beat. Her eyes closed and she lost herself in the thrum of pounding bass once more, expressing with her hands and her hips how the music vibrated hard enough to push her blood faster through her veins, and send gratifying pulses against her body. Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth, and the haze of alcohol wrapped her up in a warm, tingling blanket.

She felt his arms wrapping around her waist, and turned to meet them, her movements never stopping even as he pressed against her, and boldly met each thrust of her hips with his own. Then his hands slid down to cup her a** and her eyes flew up, to stare up at - NOT DAWSON ABORT ABORT

She screeched with embarrassment, startling the man who'd tried to dance with her enough into letting her go. His hands flew up in the air as if to say I didn't do it, and she winced with guilt and backed away from him, mouthing out the word sorry. It wasn't going to be that kind of party, tonight.

Hesitantly, she turned her head to find Dawson again. If he'd seen that, she'd probably just made him uncomfortable, and ruined the night. God damnit, she'd come so close to having a perfectly reasonable night with him, too.

He hadn't seen. He hadn't seen. Maebe had never been filled with so much relief in one moment before, as she found him turned, looking lost and starting to wander. She slammed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around him for a stupidly affectionate hug, barking out a laugh that was instantly snatched up and stolen in the wake of a beat drop. She turned him around and patted his chest with one hand to assure him he was safe, before shuffling her arms in small, playful little movements.

But her hand had gripped his, and this time, she wasn't going to let go. Even if she closed her eyes, she kept this tether. It was a simple fix to a problem she never knew she had.

The music had begun to throb her head with pain, the surest sign that it was time to - in most cases - go somewhere more private. In this case, perhaps, it was just time to go.

"Having fun?" She yelled up at him, testing to see if he'd had enough, or if Dawson had only just found his sea legs.

He sounded completely hesitant, and she grinned up at him with a sloppy giddiness. "Absolutely done with it all. Come on, let's ditch the noise and go see New York." She had the sudden urge to show him the most ridiculous things. Was the Toy's 'R Us ferris wheel still open? No, of course not, that was a respectable establishment and they closed at reasonable hours. What about Madame Tussaud's? No, same problem. God, everywhere in New York that she suddenly wanted to drag Dawson to was CLOSED. Wasn't this the city that never slept?

It slept. But only the good parts. The evil, seedy parts did not require sleep.

She turned him around gently, then slapped his a** not so gently. "Let's go find some trouble."