Life In The Big
City
A FLYMF
Select Your Own Quest
by James Seidler
No, I’d rather go out to the dance floor
The dance floor is packed, but word of your exploits has quickly spread, so
a space is cleared for you and attractive members of the gender of your sexual
preference (this is a really open minded fraternity) congregate around you and
writhe in celebration of your keg-standing skills. The music is working its
groove and the killer combo of cheap beer and bloodrush to the head has you
thinking it might be time to impress those around you with your moves.
What do you do on the dance floor?
Try to impress them with celebrated running-man skills