> > A look of sheer, unadulterated panic crossed Shamus' face. He leaned > > back and dug his heels in, but Keavy's deceptive forcefulness still had > > him sliding slowly across the floor. > > > > "What? Who, me? No, I don't, uh, dance. Not since the accident." Shamus reluctance spurred Keavy on. "Nuh uh. You're not getting away from me that easily. I've been plotting this for some time now." > > His head swiveled around desperately, like a man in quicksand looking > > for some roots to grab hold of. "Why not ask, uh, this guy?" he said, > > stabbing a finger in the direction of the nearest unsuspecting male. > > Saddik, who had stayed behind as Lyle and Sudo followed Sabastian, looked > up from his drink with a look of panic, his eyes like saucers. "Me?" he > exclaimed, holding up his hands. "I like music and all, but I don't > dance." He smiled weakly at Keavy. Still holding onto Shamus' arm, Keavy looked over at Saddik. She seemed to be sizing him up for a moment or two and then pointed at him with a flourish. "Saddik! I hereby declare you to be Keavy Social Victim Number Two! You are not allowed to leave this party without dancing with me first." Despite Shamus struggling, Keavy managed to pull him into an open space in the middle of the apartment. "Okay Fastlane. I guess it falls onto my shoulders to make you remember how to dance. It's just like Gear racing. You never forget how to do it." She pulled him close, putting his hands on her waist while she wrapped her own around his neck. "Just let your body flow with the beat and follow my lead." Hurricane G ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/