Town of Broken Girls

Dance

Harley POV

It's the day of the dance competition and I'm ready to wipe the floor with the other competitors. A few people have performed already, most are good, some are downright awful- I guess not everyone can have natural talent. None of them are as good as me- not that that's possible.

Announcer: Okay, next up we have.... Sam, dancing to Honestly

There's a few seconds of silence, but Sam doesn't walk onto the stage. Where is she? Sam may be a pain in the ass, but she never backs down from a challenge.

Announcer: Alright, looks like we'll have to skip her performance-

Harley: No, wait, don't.

Announcer: I'm sorry, but if she's not going to show up-

Harley: Sam never misses a dance competition, I'm sure she'll be here.

Announcer: Alright, fine, we'll wait a couple more minutes.

After like a minute of waiting, Sam walks into the bar. She's wearing a black cropped shirt with spiked sleeves, black, baggy pants and combat boots. She also has her headphones on.

Sam: Hey, sorry I'm late, somebody changed the date on the flyer they gave me, so I had the wrong time.

She glares at me.

Harley: Hey, don't look at me, I didn't do anything.

Okay, maybe I did change what the flyer said, but I assumed she would figure it out before the actual day of the competition.

Announcer: Are you ready to do your routine?

Sam: Of course I am.

She walks over to me.

Sam: Here, hold this.

She pulls off her headphones and hands me them and her phone. I take them and put them on the table.

Sam climbs onto the stage and into her starting pose.

Honestly starts to play and Sam starts to perform her dance.

(And yes, I am too lazy to describe the entire dance)

Sam ends her dance with a backflip- which I did not know she could do, and was pretty fucking cool but her dance still wasn't as good as mine is.

Everyone applauds and I clap too just to be polite. Sam jumps off of the stage, she walks over to where I'm sitting and takes a seat at my table. She grabs my drink and takes a sip of it.

Sam: You've gotta admit, my dance was pretty fucking dope.

Harley: It was good. Not as good as me, but good.

Sam: I'm sorry, can you do a backflip

Harley: I could learn-

Sam: Uh huh, sure.

Harley: Besides, dance isn't all about tricks and flips.

Sam: Well, no shit

She takes my drink again and downs the rest of it.

Announcer: And next we have Harley, dancing to Broken Girls.

I get up from my chair and turn to Sam.

Harley: Let me show how it's done

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Sam POV

Harley walks up onto the stage and gets ready to perform her routine.

(Again, skipping the dance cus I'm too lazy to write it)

Harley takes an overly dramatic bow and hops off the stage. She walks back to the table and sits back in her seat.

Harley: Impressed?

Sam: Honestly, the most impressive thing is that you were dancing heels.

Harley: *laughs* It's a gift

She looks down at her empty drink.

Harley: You finished my drink didn't you

Sam: Oh, yeah, sorry. I can buy you another after the competition if you'd like.

Harley: Really?

Sam: Yeah, sure.

Harley: Thanks... Samantha

WHY?

Sam: I'm really trying to be nice to you right now.

Harley: Yeah, I know.

I roll my eyes. I put my headphones back on and play my playlist.

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I feel Harley elbow my side. I pull off my headphones and turn to her.

Sam: Ouch-

Harley: Oh, suck it up. They're about to announce the winner.

She points to the stage where the announcer is.

Sam: Are you ready to lose?

Harley: Are you?

Announcer: ... and the winner is................................

oh, looks like we actually have a tie, between Sam and Harley.

The announcer waves both of us on stage.

Harley and I get up and walk onto the stage.

Announcer: Take a bow ladies.

Harley grabs my hand and we take a bow.

The announcer hands us a trophy.

Harley: *whispering* I get to keep the trophy

Sam: *whispering* Bitch- fight me for it.

Announcer: We're also taking this time to announce that our next competition will be held next month. The requirements are that you must perform an original dance and it must be a duet. More information will be posted next week.

Harley and I walk back to our seats.

Harley: So, the next competition is only for duets...

Sam: Yeah.

Harley: do you want to do a duet for the competition?

Sam: Like, together?

Harley: yeah, I mean you are the second best dancer in town.

Sam: Second best?

Harley: Yeah, I'm the best

I roll my eyes.

Sam: I'll do a duet with you if I get to keep the trophy?

Harley: Ugh- fine

Sam: Tight.