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Authors: Caroline Hanson
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shaking and generally lame 80's moves.
I really need some leg warmers.
Jack sat on the floor looking up at her and she wished she had her camera, his mouth was hanging open. He snapped it shut, came to some mental decision, then sat back to watch her.
Val wanted to laugh really loudly but couldn't have said exactly why. Taking the controller, Jack turned up the volume in encouragement. She danced and moved and when the song came to an end he held up his hand to help her down from the makeshift stage.
Handing her another drink, he said, “If college doesn't work out can I suggest stripping? Only if it's tasteful, of course.”
“Of course!”
She grabbed his hand and licked his wrist, almost spilling his drink. Maybe she'd pulled a little harder than was necessary.
I am totally drunk . Then it was her turn again and he held her hand, looking at it intensely, making the moment drag.
Turning her hand over so that her wrist was up, he bent over her pulse and kissed it lightly. Then he licked her and poured salt on her skin. Her wrist burned from his touch, little tendrils of heat skating up her body and she could feel her body responding. She squeezed her thighs together and they drank their shots.
“What will it take for you to dance, Jack?” she asked him teasingly, trying to get past the desire to rip his clothes off. What would he do if she threw herself at him? Maybe she could get in one good kiss and grope before he pushed her away.
That was too depressing.
“Nothing.” His tone was strident. “No power on this earth could make me dance.... Well — ” He gave a shrug that reminded her he was actually Italian. She knew he wasn't going to tell her what the song would be. Who did he think he was kidding?
“Oh no, Jackie! I know you. You're a good American now, but I know your weakness...” She let the moment draw out and he actually cringed. “a-ha. Take on me, right?” She belted out the main lyric, “ Taaake on me, take on me! Dude, you are so 80's.”
Jack raised his hands and again she was reminded that he was European, as he made a flapping or shooing motion with his hands, perhaps to dispel the truth of her words— or some pigeons. “I know! I know! I can't help it! I love those damned Norwegians! It was a crucial stage in my development. Go to any karaoke bar in Italy and I swear you'll hear it at least twice! It's not just me, it's the entire country!”
“Oh sure. When I think of Italy I think of fascism and a-ha.”
And then it happened.
Pop up video came through.
Take on me by a-ha.
They both looked at the television in mild disbelief while the bubbles bleeped across the screen giving information about the band. They watched as the silly cartoon drawing band went running down corridors. “Hop to it! You are on! This is fate. If you don't do it you could be smote down! You don't go against fate!”
He shook his head.
“Jack, you have had several shots of tequila and will be hung-over in the morning. We may not even remember that this happened! You should do it. You can blame it on the alcohol! Now go get jiggy with it!”
He gave a long-suffering sigh. She opened her mouth to offer more words of encouragement, but he held up a finger to forestall her, grabbed the bottle of tequila, took a big fortifying swig and hopped up onto the table. He used the half empty bottle for a microphone and gave a fairly earnest performance of the song, at one point stopping to complain, “Do you know how hard it is to sing this song? I'm not doing the high-pitched parts. That's not part of the deal.”
But when the high part came, he gave it a try and she was charmed. She'd also never laughed so hard in her entire life. He reached the third stanza, knowing all the words by heart and she felt like he was singing to her, wishing the words were for them.
Would he always come for her?
Val realized
I really need some leg warmers.
Jack sat on the floor looking up at her and she wished she had her camera, his mouth was hanging open. He snapped it shut, came to some mental decision, then sat back to watch her.
Val wanted to laugh really loudly but couldn't have said exactly why. Taking the controller, Jack turned up the volume in encouragement. She danced and moved and when the song came to an end he held up his hand to help her down from the makeshift stage.
Handing her another drink, he said, “If college doesn't work out can I suggest stripping? Only if it's tasteful, of course.”
“Of course!”
She grabbed his hand and licked his wrist, almost spilling his drink. Maybe she'd pulled a little harder than was necessary.
I am totally drunk . Then it was her turn again and he held her hand, looking at it intensely, making the moment drag.
Turning her hand over so that her wrist was up, he bent over her pulse and kissed it lightly. Then he licked her and poured salt on her skin. Her wrist burned from his touch, little tendrils of heat skating up her body and she could feel her body responding. She squeezed her thighs together and they drank their shots.
“What will it take for you to dance, Jack?” she asked him teasingly, trying to get past the desire to rip his clothes off. What would he do if she threw herself at him? Maybe she could get in one good kiss and grope before he pushed her away.
That was too depressing.
“Nothing.” His tone was strident. “No power on this earth could make me dance.... Well — ” He gave a shrug that reminded her he was actually Italian. She knew he wasn't going to tell her what the song would be. Who did he think he was kidding?
“Oh no, Jackie! I know you. You're a good American now, but I know your weakness...” She let the moment draw out and he actually cringed. “a-ha. Take on me, right?” She belted out the main lyric, “ Taaake on me, take on me! Dude, you are so 80's.”
Jack raised his hands and again she was reminded that he was European, as he made a flapping or shooing motion with his hands, perhaps to dispel the truth of her words— or some pigeons. “I know! I know! I can't help it! I love those damned Norwegians! It was a crucial stage in my development. Go to any karaoke bar in Italy and I swear you'll hear it at least twice! It's not just me, it's the entire country!”
“Oh sure. When I think of Italy I think of fascism and a-ha.”
And then it happened.
Pop up video came through.
Take on me by a-ha.
They both looked at the television in mild disbelief while the bubbles bleeped across the screen giving information about the band. They watched as the silly cartoon drawing band went running down corridors. “Hop to it! You are on! This is fate. If you don't do it you could be smote down! You don't go against fate!”
He shook his head.
“Jack, you have had several shots of tequila and will be hung-over in the morning. We may not even remember that this happened! You should do it. You can blame it on the alcohol! Now go get jiggy with it!”
He gave a long-suffering sigh. She opened her mouth to offer more words of encouragement, but he held up a finger to forestall her, grabbed the bottle of tequila, took a big fortifying swig and hopped up onto the table. He used the half empty bottle for a microphone and gave a fairly earnest performance of the song, at one point stopping to complain, “Do you know how hard it is to sing this song? I'm not doing the high-pitched parts. That's not part of the deal.”
But when the high part came, he gave it a try and she was charmed. She'd also never laughed so hard in her entire life. He reached the third stanza, knowing all the words by heart and she felt like he was singing to her, wishing the words were for them.
Would he always come for her?
Val realized
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