“As the song faded out, Spikes favorite song started to fade in. Aww yeah, this is my jam, Spike said closing his eyes to focus on the beat. The bass pumping and Spike soon found himself lost within the song. The lyrics of the song started playing through, and when the line: The clubs heating up; so ya better strip down, Spike reflexively off his shirt. Pants soon followed leaving Spike grooving in his undies. This was all choreographed into his routine seamlessly, as hed done it before in his room on his own.
“As the song settled into a steady groove, Spike had a sinking feeling in his gut, as he remembered that he wasnt alone in his room. Spike almost didnt want to turn and face his friend who had just seen him strip on beat, but he did anyway. Spike looked shocked when what he saw was his friend, also stripped down to his undies, trying to match his dance movements, blushing bright red. Spike stifled a giggle.
“What!?” Sharp said defensively but smiling, “You said to follow your lead.””