Post by jethrothesexybeast on Apr 16, 2011 20:28:11 GMT -5
Friday, Friday, Gettin' down on Friday..
He hummed the lyrics, not bothering to sing, even though he knew the song off by heart. The nineteen year old wizard walked around, holding a large boombox on his shoulder, with the song Friday by Rebecca Black blasting out of the speakers. He knew he was disturbing the peace, but quite frankly, he didn't give two fucks.
As he was walking along, he decided, he might as well look like the awesome
So he just laid down the boombox, and turned the volume even louder(O.oC :: FFFFFT Gah, I'm sorry DX), and began to dance as sexy as he could(O.oC :: complete FAILURE).
Like most guys, his hips weren't like a woman's, so he more or less looked like he was dancing some demented form of the chicken dance to Rebecca Black. Yeah. Not sexy. But he thought he was being sexy and continued it, hoping someone would see him and want to take him home.
Of course, he would use them. Break them afterwards. He only wanted to live forever. And the thousand virgins that were said to take him there were not coming anytime soon(or so he was told) to pick him up and take him to immortality, so he might as well try to attract someone who may have a connection to the Vampires or Lycans or Nosferatu. Not that he knew that Lycans weren't immortal.
The song ended, and he stopped, but poised to continue his apparently 'erotic' display that included clothing(for now). He had the song on repeat, so all was good.
He continued this for about twenty minutes, and decided to take a break. He sat down over by the boombox, which, to his delight, still had Rebecca Black going strong. He sighed, having no clue as to why others hated her so much; her music was absolutely inspiring and beautiful and filled with deep emotions of excitement and anticipation of the weekend.
Ah well. He slipped out of his shirt, showing off his beautiful chest, filled with muscles and the sheen of pure sweat.(Okay, so he isn't muscular, but he was sweating a bit) He found himself rather beautiful.
He pulled out his mirror and began to look at himself in it, mentally complimenting his own good looks and sexual attractiveness.
Too bad few showed similar tastes.