Rerun: Steele of the Day #65
At the Top of the Mark, Laura and Steele are slow dancing. Laura is fidgety.
*'Songs were made to sing while we're young. Everyday is spring while we're young. None can refuse, time flies so fast, too dear to lose, and too sweet to last.'*
"Relax. Relax," Steele tells her in a quiet voice.
"We can't very well spend the rest of our lives hiding in the middle of the dance floor."
"We're not hiding. We're waiting."
"Rita Del Rio isn't going to show. Maybe we should go back to the bar and try and find her."
"Well, if we bump into Inspector, uh, Barney Neill, what do you suggest we do, call the cops?"
"Well, providing those other gentlemen are also members of San Francisco's finest, why do the police want to see us dead?"
"Don't happen to have any unpaid parking tickets, do you?"
She laughs. "I can see you're taking this with your usual blend of caution and concern."
"If these are to be our last days, I mean, at least we're spending them in elegant splendor, don't you think?"
"Oh, the hell with our killer cops. Let's enjoy the night and the music."
"Now you see the wisdom of my strategy."
She stops dancing and tells him, "You know, *that* is one of the problems with us. It came to me one, lonely night. It wasn't exactly the burning bush, but still it got my attention. You're uh- You're one of the things that I have to guard against. The part of me that I can't ever allow myself to be. Reckless, indulgent, frivolous . . ."
"Sounds irresistible."
"Seductive at any rate. And very dangerous."
"I wish you'd stopped after seductive." The being to dance again, small kisses are exchanged until Laura slides her arm around his neck and lengthens the kiss.
*'Though it may be just for today, Share our love we must, while we may.'*
Steele Trying
*'Songs were made to sing while we're young. Everyday is spring while we're young. None can refuse, time flies so fast, too dear to lose, and too sweet to last.'*
"Relax. Relax," Steele tells her in a quiet voice.
"We can't very well spend the rest of our lives hiding in the middle of the dance floor."
"We're not hiding. We're waiting."
"Rita Del Rio isn't going to show. Maybe we should go back to the bar and try and find her."
"Well, if we bump into Inspector, uh, Barney Neill, what do you suggest we do, call the cops?"
"Well, providing those other gentlemen are also members of San Francisco's finest, why do the police want to see us dead?"
"Don't happen to have any unpaid parking tickets, do you?"
She laughs. "I can see you're taking this with your usual blend of caution and concern."
"If these are to be our last days, I mean, at least we're spending them in elegant splendor, don't you think?"
"Oh, the hell with our killer cops. Let's enjoy the night and the music."
"Now you see the wisdom of my strategy."
She stops dancing and tells him, "You know, *that* is one of the problems with us. It came to me one, lonely night. It wasn't exactly the burning bush, but still it got my attention. You're uh- You're one of the things that I have to guard against. The part of me that I can't ever allow myself to be. Reckless, indulgent, frivolous . . ."
"Sounds irresistible."
"Seductive at any rate. And very dangerous."
"I wish you'd stopped after seductive." The being to dance again, small kisses are exchanged until Laura slides her arm around his neck and lengthens the kiss.
*'Though it may be just for today, Share our love we must, while we may.'*
Steele Trying