Prompt from Hannah
You know it's true...
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ridley asks, cocking a curious eyebrow at the girl with him.
She twirls in a happy circle. "Dancing!"
"In the middle of Ghirardelli Square? Someone'll see you."
"Good. I want them to!"
"You want people to see you dancing in the street? Jaybelle, they're going to think you're crazy."
"Maybe I am. Besides, have you seen these shoes?" Jaybelle extends her right leg, showing off a glittery purple cowboy boot. "These shoes were made to dance in the street!"
"Actually, I think those shoes were made for- ow, what was that for?"
"You were about to tell me that my rodeo cowgirl boots were made for cheap whores and I wanted none of it."
"Actually, I was about to say that they were made for "something else entirely," but your description works, now that I think about i- OW. SHIT. Stop that! I don't kick you when I'm mad at you."
The blonde skips a step away from him. "That's because you can't catch me." She says innocently, flipping her skirt so high the lace on the end actually hits him in the face.
Ridley is unsure how this happens, as he is a good seven inches taller than she is and the skirt is next to nothing anyway. There's just enough fabric to twirl. He catches no glimpse of her underwear, which is disappointing, but with Jaybelle he knows he's always likely to get another chance.
After all, she's crazy.
It's mostly dialogue, because I know that's what you really want, anyway.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ridley asks, cocking a curious eyebrow at the girl with him.
She twirls in a happy circle. "Dancing!"
"In the middle of Ghirardelli Square? Someone'll see you."
"Good. I want them to!"
"You want people to see you dancing in the street? Jaybelle, they're going to think you're crazy."
"Maybe I am. Besides, have you seen these shoes?" Jaybelle extends her right leg, showing off a glittery purple cowboy boot. "These shoes were made to dance in the street!"
"Actually, I think those shoes were made for- ow, what was that for?"
"You were about to tell me that my rodeo cowgirl boots were made for cheap whores and I wanted none of it."
"Actually, I was about to say that they were made for "something else entirely," but your description works, now that I think about i- OW. SHIT. Stop that! I don't kick you when I'm mad at you."
The blonde skips a step away from him. "That's because you can't catch me." She says innocently, flipping her skirt so high the lace on the end actually hits him in the face.
Ridley is unsure how this happens, as he is a good seven inches taller than she is and the skirt is next to nothing anyway. There's just enough fabric to twirl. He catches no glimpse of her underwear, which is disappointing, but with Jaybelle he knows he's always likely to get another chance.
After all, she's crazy.
It's mostly dialogue, because I know that's what you really want, anyway.