Victor Freud wrote:Emilie wrote:"I'll start bathing in syrup, for the proper effect.
Time to cut a rug?"
Vic fidgeted just a little bit. "Well..."
"... Is there nothing else you wanna do first? I mean, I don't wanna take up ALL our time here with dancing." Seems he was thinking he might lose track of time or something.
Katarina Karkov wrote:"'Kitty?'" Katarina asked, as they followed the sound of music.
Victor Freud wrote:Victor glanced over at the beer garden. "Well, when in Rome. I suppose it's about time I sampled one of these 'pints of bitters' I keep hearing about." He interlocked his arm with Emilie's and headed in that direction.
Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:Jez tried not to laugh at that. "That sounds like a cartoon pairing, a cat and a goose. Nu guska, nu pogodi!"
Victor Freud wrote:"There's A LOT of drinks mentioned in old movies." Vic was quick to point out with a smirk. "But I will take senpai's advice all the same."
Katarina Karkov wrote:Katarina was at least keeping them on beat, if not on theme, so while the dance wasn't right, they weren't tripping over their own feet or anything; just working as an odd mashup of cultures. And if a pair of Jezii occasionally fell behind when Katarina took one solo to spin around, well, they could always catch up later.
As the song neared it's end, Katarina was pulling the Jez's in and out the square contracting and expanding to the beat, bringing them closer and closer with each iteration, grinning like a madwoman as she brought her face centimeters from the Jez's across the square, only to draw back.
Emilie wrote:"I've worked a club before." She replied, snaking her torso back and forth a bit as she said it.
Victor Freud wrote:"Well, that sounds like a story that'd go well over a pint or two." Victor said as he folded the flyer up and put it in his coat pocket. Hey, he wasn't going to rule anything out.
Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:At least one of the Jez's let out a squeal followed by giggles every time the group got close to each other, that brief fear that they were going to crash causing a rush in adrenaline only to be followed up by the jubilation of the "near miss". Oh, so this is what people did before there were rollercoasters.
Emilie wrote:Victor Freud wrote:"Well, that sounds like a story that'd go well over a pint or two."
"You weren't interested that time, I needed money, and Mal didn't care what I did for work as long as I came back to him at the end of the day."
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