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[lockedinaprison]

Mal can be seen in a small dance studio. The room is empty and the sun is setting just outside the windows. On a small table is an old fashioned record player, a couple of wine glasses, and a bottle of wine. She pours herself a small glass and brings the drink to her nose before she takes a light whiff and smiles. She sips at the bottle as she

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[secureinreality]

Miles walked into the dance studio and stood back. He watched her with a tiny smile on his face. She was always so lovely, the picture of her mother in her youth, before bitterness had drawn lines on her face. He stayed quiet, watching her hum and drink. It was almost a romantic setting really. He won't have intruded, but he'd just gone back from a long month in Europe and he couldn't wait to see her.

"Still drinking that horrible red wine I see. I'm waiting for you to get your taste buds straight and start drinking the good stuff, the whites," he said walking towards her, his hands behind his back. His face showing none of the relief or joy he was really feeling. She was a breath of fresh air after the month he had had.

yay for this!

[lockedinaprison]

Honestly, Mal hadn't meant for it to be romantic. Not that she would have minded if Dom had shown up and it was only the two of them. But in reality she had just wanted a moment to unwind. She did her best to work hard at all the things she wanted. But tonight she wanted nothing more than a drink, good music, and dancing.

At the sound of her father's voice Mal turned and smiled before she turned her eyes up at the remark of her drinking tastes. "Ah but my taste buds are just fine, papa," She smirked as she went back to the table to pour another glass. She had brought several, in hopes that perhaps passer-bys might be curious and enter as well.

Once she poured another glass she brought it to her father and held it up to him teasingly. "You should see for yourself."

Father daughter bounding time WTF

[secureinreality]

He took the glass and gave it a quick sniff. He sipped at it than shook his head.

"Still prefer white, but this isn't bad. Then again you have half my tastebuds," he said than heard the music behind them. He put the glass down and offered her his hand.

"Do you still remember how to dance? Or has Dominic neglected to take you out so much you've forgotten?" he asked thinking of no better way to make him feel at home today.

yessss~

[lockedinaprison]

Following her father's lead, she set her own glass down and smirked at him. "I am not the one who has grown old," She teased. As though dancing would ever leave her blood.

She took his hand now and smiled at him. "Your hips have not grown too stiff have they?" She asked before she started to lead at a slow pace.

[secureinreality]

He wasn't having any of that. He instantly started doing an easy salsa to the speed of the song.

"You know, the older I get, the older you get," he said smiling over at her, "And just so you know, the new artificial hips are much better these days."