May 20, 2010 03:50
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dem dancing shoes, dancing contest time bitches, dj radio, big bad voodoo daddy yeeeaaah, shake dat culo
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[may or may not be mumbling "hoo-dee-hoo-dee-hoo" under his breath]
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/sticks hand up the pencil skirt Stango gave her, trying to fix the crotch of her nylons and hobble across the room at the same time
/spots Langford and flushes
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[stuffs his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket]
[floor-gazes]
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'Lo there.
/distractedly grabs at stockings
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[finally looks her in the face and nods]
McGee. Didn't hear you come in...in your stocking feet.
[worries at his lower lip]
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/looks back at him like bitch what?, eyebrows shooting up
Ye... been drinkin'?
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Not especially.
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Maybe ye should be.
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I'll have to agree with you there.
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Detective Stango? Are you alright? It's me, Rebecca.
[inches away from McGee ever so slightly]
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Oh, it's you.
MY POINT STILL STANDS.
/hisses over her shoulder
McGee, pull your skirt down.
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Wot?
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Detective, I arrived in this corner over half an hour before she, er, before McGee came in. And she - McGee - greeted me. [leans against the wall, cranky face]
Quit being rude. And for heaven's sake, quit shouting.
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'E's bein' honest, Mr. Stango. An' he weren't botherin' me.
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