S. Blow said: > 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." > > 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. [...] -- Dennis D. Kirkpatrick dkirkpat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx http://www.bluething.org ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/