| disco queen

1978, The Starwood club on the Los Angeles Sunset Strip was packed this night. Music blaring out on the boulevard each time the door swung open and a handful of teenagers buzzing with energy and excitement walked in or out. The club was separated into one half that made up the dance floor. A place with all sorts of colorful lights, even more colorful people with big blowout hair dancing to disco music. The other side of the club was the venue side where the darker crowd gathered. Young rock bands just waiting to be seen and heard, punk rockers and goths mingling in their dark gear stealing skeptical glances from the bright side. Right in the midsection, a small hallway separating the crowds, stood Nikki.

His hair was jet black, teased to make him look even taller in his high heeled boots. The look on his face revealed his haughtiness toward the disco scene but the chicks over there were ten times cuter just begging to be lured to the dark side.

He mumbles to himself, biting back a smirk as he locks eyes with a girl

“Now that’s what I’m talking about”