Dance
Dance
Despite the jokes that had been made [by himself as well as other agents] Eric Weiss simply could not dance.
Well, slow dancing was one thing… swaying back and forth with a beautiful girl was easy, but dancing… really dancing was not something he’d ever been good at.
Then there was his little happy dance [as Vaughn put it]. But then again, that didn’t require talent either.
Weiss played with the tie Arica had chosen as he waited for her to get ready. He hated these CIA dances, but she liked them. He sighed again.
“Pouting again?” Arica asked, grinning as she walked in the room.
“I hate these things, you know that.”
“We don’t have to go, you know. Your parents have the kids tonight. We could have our own dance here,” he eyes flashed mischievously.
“Now that’s my kinda party!” he replied. “I think you read my mind.”
Eric Weiss
Alias
Word Count: 150
Despite the jokes that had been made [by himself as well as other agents] Eric Weiss simply could not dance.
Well, slow dancing was one thing… swaying back and forth with a beautiful girl was easy, but dancing… really dancing was not something he’d ever been good at.
Then there was his little happy dance [as Vaughn put it]. But then again, that didn’t require talent either.
Weiss played with the tie Arica had chosen as he waited for her to get ready. He hated these CIA dances, but she liked them. He sighed again.
“Pouting again?” Arica asked, grinning as she walked in the room.
“I hate these things, you know that.”
“We don’t have to go, you know. Your parents have the kids tonight. We could have our own dance here,” he eyes flashed mischievously.
“Now that’s my kinda party!” he replied. “I think you read my mind.”
Eric Weiss
Alias
Word Count: 150