Bust a move

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Snowfall of Ashes

Team Epsilon

"The Art of Miss" Part 1 of 9

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"Bust it!"

The twang of a strummed guitar filled the quiet, stony air. An adolescent Raichu pricked the strings of his Drifloon-shaped guitar (which he cutely referred to as "Strum," his "pet Drifloon") and tapped to the beat of a simple tune. Following him was a tall, maroon Scizor, clapping his pincers together and tss-ing his wings, imitating the sound of a drumset. In front of them was a short, confident, and rather curvy Sneasel, swinging her hips and performing an entrancing dance to the music her two partners created.

"This is the chair for all the fellas," a large, ruffled Archeops chimed in, motioning his hands, er, wings, whatever they were, as if he were pointing to a chair next to him. "Try to do what those ladies tell us," he continued his rap, the little sneasel shaking her claw at him, acting like she was ordering him around. "Get shot down 'cause you're over-zelous," The couple acted out the scene, the Sneasel pretending that she was ignoring the bird-dinosaur. "Play hard to get, females get jealous." This time, the Archeops turned his back, and the Sneasel made a face of disgust or disbelief. Maybe both.

"Okay smarty, go to a party, girls are scantily clad and showin' body," The Sneasel seductively swerved her hips and contoured her body with her claws to demonstrate. "Chick walks by, you wish you could sex her," She walks past the reptile, "But you're standin' on the wall like you is Poindexter!" The Archeops leaned against an invisible wall and shrugged as he versed the last sentence.

"Next days function, high class luncheon-food they're servin' and you're stone-cold munchin'" The feathered raptor pretended he was shoving food into his snout. "Music comes on, people start to dance," The dark brown cat-weasel-bird-thing demonstrated a simple dance, "But then you ate so much, you nearly split your pants." The Archeops reached for the base of his tail.

"A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin'," Again, the Sneasel strutted around the three boys, "Sits down next to you and starts talkin'," She sat into an invisible chair next to the ancient bird. "Says she wants to dance 'cause she likes to groove, so come on fatso and just bust a move!" Now, the Sneasel girl got up from her chair and started once again swaying her hips in that enticing dance in the center of the other three performers. She also vocalized a bit, but her voice wasn't nearly as lovely as her body. It was a nice touch, but not something you'd listen to without the show.

A small crowd had gathered around the street performers, and a few tossed a couple coins in their direction as a tip. After the song was over, the four friends had a little conversation before heading in their own directions.

"Man, you were really sweet out there today, Chryss!" The matured Raichu complimented.

"Thanks, Jordan. You weren't bad out there yourself with that guitar, broski." Chrysstal, the blue-feathered Sneasel, returned.

"His name is Strum, thank you very much." Jordan huffed.

"Oh come on you two, don't start a fight." The lanky Scizor commented. "I already hafta babysit Chryss and Jimmy all the time so they don't rip each others' throats out."

"HA! Depends on what you mean by that, Brass." Jimstoenn, the Archeops, slyly joked.

"Oh god. Enough with the "that's what she said" jokes, Jimmy. That one didn't even really make to much sense." Brass discouraged.

"It does if you think about it." Jimmy grinned.

"God, you're so repulsive." Chrysstal "complimented."

"Whatever, babe. Hey, you got time to chill today or are you still workin'?" Jimmy flirted.

"Nah, bro, I got work, unfortunately." Chryss rejected. "It's not like I'm lookin' to avoid you or anything though, I would MUCH rather spend a day with you then those assholes." She assured.

"They still accusing you of stealing everything?" Brass inquired.

"Hell yeah! Why wouldn't they? It's not like my species is gonna change any time soon." She snarled at the image of her coworkers.

"Well, we better not keep ya, don't wanna be late and give them another reason to hate you, right?" Jordan hinted.

"Yeah. But y'all should stop by and get some ice cream if ya have the time." She advertised.

"NOPE." The boys all chimed in unison.

"Whatever. I don't even care." She denied. "I DON'T EVEN CARE GUYS, GOD." She repeated.

"Yeah, uh-huh, well we'll be seein' ya." Brass humored, before turning into an alleyway.

"Yeah I gotta go grab somethin' to eat, God knows my parents didn't get me nothin'." Jordan complained, before slipping away into the city.

"Well I guess it's just you and me, babe." The Archeops flirted, stroking Chryss's long, silky cyan hair.

"HAHA, no, I think it's just you, hun." She said as she flicked his snout (or well really just brushed him off, since she can't properly "flick").

"Oh, come on, babe. We haven't had any time to ourselves in the past, like, week." The raptor pleaded.

"Fine, but I really gotta get going. This is all I can give you, hun." She held his face and kissed him on the lips for a couple seconds. You'd think it'd be awkward to see a cat-weasel-thing kiss a bird-raptor that was much larger than her, but they found it quite easy. It was just another part of their lives. Living in a city that discriminated mammals. Where just the idea of a mammal and a reptile being friends was absolutely absurd.

But to be dating? That was another story.