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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:39:30 GMT -5
"Oh yeah..." he said a bit wistfully as he recalled that day. Then he looked down at her gravely. "Let's do it."
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:41:24 GMT -5
She giggled and drank down the rest of her glass, taking hold of another one as a tray passed by. "Deal."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:45:04 GMT -5
Skittery grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing waiter. He wasn't even thinking about the scene they would eventually make, and how they would embarrass themselves in front of all these rich people. If he WAS thinking about it, he'd rather be looking forward to it.
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:48:25 GMT -5
She drank her second glass quickly, then took his hand. "Dance with me, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:51:32 GMT -5
He managed to gulp his wine down before he was pulled onto the dance floor. Once they found an empty spot, he put one hand on her waist, pulling her close. Then he took her hand in his other one. It was then he remembered he had no idea how to dance.
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Post by Script on Dec 2, 2011 23:55:27 GMT -5
She smiled at him, seeing his nerves in his eyes. She pressed as close to him as was appropriate. "Don't worry, Mike. Just sway with me."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 2, 2011 23:57:57 GMT -5
Already he could feel the alcohol working its devilish magic. He smiled slyly down at her before spinning her around and making up his own waltz steps.
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Post by Script on Dec 3, 2011 0:02:29 GMT -5
She laughed merrily, following his steps, beaming up at him. She paused long enough to take another glass of champagne, drinking it down before dancing with him again.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 3, 2011 9:29:05 GMT -5
"Hey, no fair!" he laughed, stopping to take his own glass. And just because he could, he took another one and gulped it down, too.
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Post by Script on Dec 3, 2011 14:06:33 GMT -5
She giggled, the champagne already getting to her head. She took up his hand again, dancing. "Oh! I forgot to tell you! I made a friend!"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 3, 2011 15:09:38 GMT -5
"And who is your new friend?" he asked, holding her close as he began to stumble around the dance floor.
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Post by Script on Dec 3, 2011 15:12:37 GMT -5
"Ershey! You know how I go to St. Pat's during the week for confession? Well, she was there too, and we got to taking." She sighed a little. "It's nice having a girlfriend. I don't really have any."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 3, 2011 15:14:36 GMT -5
"Why not? There are tons of girls in the house!" His brow was furrowed as he looked down at her, not even watching where he was going now.
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Post by Script on Dec 3, 2011 15:17:18 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I dunno. I don't really talk to any of them. I guess I spend all my time with you." She smiled up at him. "Which I like."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 3, 2011 17:03:11 GMT -5
Skittery's expression slowly turned to one of concern. She was right. They were spending a lot of time together lately. And he had always told himself he wouldn't be that guy. His friends were, and it got really annoying.
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