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Chapter 165: Dance Floor Heat
🕑 Added 2025-07-20 14:00:10 +0000 UTCThe music shifted as I nodded to the band. “Despacito now,” I said into the mic with a grin. One of the band musician gave me a thumbs up from the side.
The familiar rhythm kicked in (familiar for me). I placed my jacket neatly over the back of a nearby chair, loosened my tie, and took the mic again.
Despacito (Luis Fonsi)
♪ Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino, que yo voy (oh) ♪
I walked between the tables that still had people seated, singing as I moved, stopping now and then to make eye contact or share a laugh.
♪Tú
Tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh, yeah)♪
♪Ya
Ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro♪
I started dancing near two beautiful young women—clearly relatives of Gloria, judging by their beauty and features.
♪Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello, despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo♪
♪Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos, despacito
Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito♪
(¡Sube, sube, sube!)
(¡Sube, sube!)
Gloria was waving her arms in the air, Jay dancing stiffly beside her. Even Claire was smiling again, and Phil was dancing with her, both laughing as they moved together to the rhythm.
♪Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo (uoh-uoh)
Que le enseñes a mi boca (uoh-uoh)
Tus lugares favoritos (favoritos, favoritos, baby)♪
♪Déjame sobrepasar
Tus zonas de peligro (uoh-uoh)
Hasta provocar tus gritos (uoh-uoh)
Y que olvides tu apellido♪
The two girls started dancing really close to me.
♪Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, esto es dando y dándolo♪
I was singing looking at the girls, pointing to them following the rhythm of the song—but then, one of them actually pulled me in and kissed me.
I continued as if nothing had happened (just my grin was wide while singing)
♪Sabes que tu corazón conmigo
Te hace bam-bam
Sabes que esa beba está buscando
De mi bam-bam♪
♪Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empezamos lento, después salvaje♪
♪Pasito a pasito, suave, suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza♪
I made a "not my fault" face to Haley, who was now dancing nearby with a pout on her face.
When the song ended, a contagious encore was heard and I sang it again (Despacito was not the most viral song of the year for nothing). But this time, it was another girl who pulled me in for a kiss.
I said into the mic, "Take some water, guys, because the night is just getting started." Giving the crowd a chance to breathe and drink (not really water). One of the girls pulled me in for a deep kiss, and when it ended, the other followed suit.
"Is this some wedding Colombian tradition?" I said jokingly. "Because I love it!"
Jay approached and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I would say thank you, but it seems you’re being graciously rewarded already," he said with a goofy smile.
And I started singing again
Bailando (Enrique Inglesia)
♪Yo te miro y se me corta la respiración
Cuando tú me miras, se me sube el corazón
(Me palpita lento el corazón)
Y en un silencio, tu mirada dice mil palabras
La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el Sol♪
♪Bailando (bailando)
Bailando (bailando)
Tu cuerpo y el mío, llenando el vacío
Subiendo y bajando (subiendo y bajando)♪
♪Bailando (bailando)
Bailando (bailando)
Ese fuego por dentro me va enloqueciendo
Me va saturando♪
The two started dancing pressed up against me again. How I love reggaeton music.
♪Con tu física y tu química, también tu anatomía
La cerveza y el tequila, y tu boca con la mía
Y ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)
Ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)♪
♪Con esta melodía, tu color, tu fantasía
Con tu filosofía, mi cabeza está vacía
Y ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)
Ya no puedo más (ya no puedo más)♪
♪Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay, besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)♪
♪Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca
Con tremenda nota♪
When the song ended, everyone applauded. I had the band go straight into another Latin song so I wouldn’t have to sing again.
Now free from having to worry about the singing, I threw myself completely into the arms of the two girls. I placed one arm around each of their waists, pulling one in for a kiss, then turning to the other, repeating the exchange several times.
After the third song, the two said they were going to the bathroom. I said, "Don't take long, or I will be lonely," making a heart with my hands. I was already a little bit drunk.
I took a quick walk around and spotted Uncle Charlie, who waved at me. I walked over to him.
"You really did it this time," he said. "Took two!" He patted my back proudly.
"You're not bad yourself," I said, glancing at the brunette he was with. Then I leaned in and whispered to him, "Don't tell me that she is their mother." I wouldn’t be surprised (although the woman seems a little young to be their mom).
"No," he said, then added with a grin, "From what my girl said, their mother is with yours."
I spilled my drink. "I was not expecting that..." I murmured.
Charlie waved goodbye as he was heading out (just like a jaguar after catching its prey). I made my way to the table where Paige, Alex, and Manny were sitting. Manny looked a little awkward—probably because the two girls hadn’t given him any chance to dance...
"Look, the man-whore appears," said Paige, mocking, with a smile on her face.
"I was innocent, they kissed first, I just kissed back," I defended myself.
"You kissed two of my most beautiful cousins," said Manny indignantly.
"I sure did, I sure did," I said, patting Manny with a smug smile on my face, rubbing more salt in the wound.
Then I stepped away and started heading back to the dance floor, when someone called out, "Hey muchacho!"
"I hear that my uncle slipped and broke his hand," said a man with a heavy accent. He looked strikingly similar to Pablo Escobar—the real one (not the actor), unfortunately for this poor bastard.
"He did," I said, while Carter stepped in and positioned himself in front of me, but slightly to the side, not blocking my view. Three more bulky men approached behind me—two with their hands resting near their waists, and the third adjusting something beneath his jacket.
The four men who had been sitting with the guy shifted in their seats. Quickly, ten more people from my side moved in—five waitresses and five men in suits, all part of my group (I had sent more people in). They all ready to act.
The man laughed and said, "Calma, calma, amigo." Then he turned to his companions and added, "Uno de nosotros," raising what looked like an aguardiente shot. They all drank together.
I raised the drink I was still holding and drank it too, making everyone look. "Uno de nosotros," I said.
The tension dissipated as we all laughed together. After some time, the man said, "Go and have fun with my nieces," glancing toward the two girls I had kissed as they approached again.
Comments
ShadowKnight
Pablo? That’s one way to have protection, just befriend Columbians with ties with Mexico and get cartel members for defence and offence
