//------------------------------//
// Prompt #8: Tarantella 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
//------------------------------//

She threw herself at the dancefloor with almost reckless abandon as the heavy beats of the music pounded the air. It vibrated and shook her, deep in her chest and down to her hooves. Glow sticks juddered and shook around her leg as she twisted and turned in time with the music.

She didn’t come here for the conversation, nor for the company or the drinks. She was here for the music. That was her high, feeling the bass permeate every part of her, electrifying her every nerve in the best possible way. She weaved and bobbed among the mass of other ponies, yelling at the appropriate moments when the DJ worked the crowd into a frenzy. Here, nopony cared about image-she was just another pony among many, just another club goer, and she could let the stress of the week fall away.

By the end of the first song, she was panting, sweating and physically exhausted, but energized and ready for more. Sweat clung to her coat, only occasional wipes from a foreleg keeping it out of her eyes. Songs faded into each other with almost artful skill, as if the DJ was a modern tarantella group, keeping her patrons in a fever to work out the poison. But soon enough, the beat took hold of her body and mind again, and she was whisked away to a world of adrenaline, sweat and glorious, loud noise.

Up in the DJ’s booth, Vinyl Scratch grinned as her magic felt Octavia’s familiar signature leap back into action as the next song started up, the hard beat driving forward, and turning Tavi from her usual well-mannered and polite self into a whirlwind of dance and sweat. And though she knew she wasn’t really supposed to, Vinyl leapt over the mix deck. She couldn’t help herself – feeling Octy dancing out there had infected Vinyl with the same desire to dance. Fortunately, she was good enough, and knew her equipment well enough that she could keep her set going through pure magic-she could have kept it going from the bar, if she was so inclined, but Vinyl didn’t feel like drinking. Not now, while the desire to dance was burning in her.

Instead, she pushed her way through the crowd until she was right up against Octavia, and her body slammed itself into dancing gear as her music pounded against her brain.