Losing My Mind
Julian had been gone a while. Minnie was going crazy without him. She'd done without much longer before, but every time back with him just made it more tantalizing when they were separated again. So she threw on her knee-high stiletto leather boots and some black-leather-and-leather clothes which....used less leather than the boots and went down to where DJ Whedon was spinning.
It didn't take all that long for parts of the club crowd to part for the little whirling dervish who moved like she either wanted to kill something or fuck something. Which....was pretty much how she was feeling, except it would be completely inappropriate to kill someone. Minnie had energy to burn and generally believed that black lace required a little sweat plastering it to fit right.
While she dances closer to the DJ's box-thing, she doesn't try to go right up and say hi. She needs him to see her. Notice her. Want her, in all her burning frustration.
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