Open//Incomplete
Characters: geaux_drualt y tomatoamor
Time and Place: Gymnasium, early afternoon (around 1:00 pm perhaps?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One day Mister Vargas struck up a polite conversation with Miss Jones. It was a topic they both knew very well. Very kindly, Mister Vargas asked if Miss Jones would like to dance with him just as they had once before. She accepted his requested. Now Mister Vargas is on his way to their appointed spot, in hopes of wooing her.
Warnings: Profanity. Loud Live music. Dancing. Perhaps a pun or two.
Why had he suggested to help with the flamenco? Why hadn't he suggested something a little more like the tarantella or the pizzica something that he didn't have to learn from someone else... It would be hard to dance those sorts of dances with just the two of them (though he didn't doubt that they could manage it) but it would be nice to try. He really hoped so...
It didn't seem like too bad of an idea to suggest something else when he saw her again.
Maybe he could show her the steps first and then pick up the tambourine and set her rhythm right. He brought his own along for the dance.
Romano stopped in the middle of the hall, his hand hovering just above the door knob. This would be the first time that he had seen her face to face since the... incident at the villa. The first time in such a long ass time of not seeing her or hearing very much from her. Over the network she seemed as if she wanted to see him again but he still had his doubts about it. But it was nice to think that maybe she was as interested as... he (somewhat) felt. It was too hard to think about, so he pushed it out of his mind as he stepped into the gym.
He turned on the light switch only for nothing to happen. 'Fucking light bulbs...' There was no way he was going to replace them (it wasn't part of his job. What did he look like, the janitor?!) so natural sunlight would have to do. There seemed to be enough streaming in from the windows, but he opened up the blinds and pulled away the curtains to let in all of the sun. It might have been too bright, but at least he could see the damn gym now. The place looked clean enough--for an area that hadn't been used in some time, he supposed. But with that done, all he had left to do was wait.
Since this was Lui--Louisiana (and by extension, a woman), he didn't really mind at all. He slumped against a wall, his head right below one of the windows. His tambourine rested close beside him, tucked away in its case. He'd show her the moves to the tarantella... maybe the other dances as well... Romano tried to imagine her wearing the traditional dress, her jewelery glittering and clinking as she jiggled and jangled her way to the beat of the tambourine. Slowly he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of tambourines and castanets.
Time and Place: Gymnasium, early afternoon (around 1:00 pm perhaps?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One day Mister Vargas struck up a polite conversation with Miss Jones. It was a topic they both knew very well. Very kindly, Mister Vargas asked if Miss Jones would like to dance with him just as they had once before. She accepted his requested. Now Mister Vargas is on his way to their appointed spot, in hopes of wooing her.
Warnings: Profanity. Loud Live music. Dancing. Perhaps a pun or two.
Why had he suggested to help with the flamenco? Why hadn't he suggested something a little more like the tarantella or the pizzica something that he didn't have to learn from someone else... It would be hard to dance those sorts of dances with just the two of them (though he didn't doubt that they could manage it) but it would be nice to try. He really hoped so...
It didn't seem like too bad of an idea to suggest something else when he saw her again.
Maybe he could show her the steps first and then pick up the tambourine and set her rhythm right. He brought his own along for the dance.
Romano stopped in the middle of the hall, his hand hovering just above the door knob. This would be the first time that he had seen her face to face since the... incident at the villa. The first time in such a long ass time of not seeing her or hearing very much from her. Over the network she seemed as if she wanted to see him again but he still had his doubts about it. But it was nice to think that maybe she was as interested as... he (somewhat) felt. It was too hard to think about, so he pushed it out of his mind as he stepped into the gym.
He turned on the light switch only for nothing to happen. 'Fucking light bulbs...' There was no way he was going to replace them (it wasn't part of his job. What did he look like, the janitor?!) so natural sunlight would have to do. There seemed to be enough streaming in from the windows, but he opened up the blinds and pulled away the curtains to let in all of the sun. It might have been too bright, but at least he could see the damn gym now. The place looked clean enough--for an area that hadn't been used in some time, he supposed. But with that done, all he had left to do was wait.
Since this was Lui--Louisiana (and by extension, a woman), he didn't really mind at all. He slumped against a wall, his head right below one of the windows. His tambourine rested close beside him, tucked away in its case. He'd show her the moves to the tarantella... maybe the other dances as well... Romano tried to imagine her wearing the traditional dress, her jewelery glittering and clinking as she jiggled and jangled her way to the beat of the tambourine. Slowly he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of tambourines and castanets.
