Care To Dance, Hun?

1950s diner. Counter gleams under fluorescent lights. Last milkshake sweating in a glass. Alexis Tae sits alone while Serene Siren wipes tables in slow circles. Almost closing time, but Serene shrugs like clocks don't matter. "Stay if you want." Eyes linger. Music crackles from the jukebox, sax crying over brushed drums. Their shoulders twitch to the beat, hips catching the swing. Not talking. Just feeling it. Tension thick enough to choke on. Serene tosses the rag, steps close, takes Alexis's hand and pulls her off the stool. They move together. Tight. Bodies brushing, hearts thudding. Serene leans in, tongue sliding between Alexis's parted lips. Hand slips under the uniform. Alexis gasps, tilts her head back, lets the heat win.