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Though usually quite patient with it, Alcuin was in no mood to indulge the rec room bookshelf's sense of irony today.
Every book he picked up. The Tempest. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Hamlet. A Comedy of Errors. Othello. King Lear. Taming of the Shrew. And it went on and on. Even textbooks - The Annotated Works of William Shakespeare.
Finally, he pulled out a book with another title on the cover... and was devastated to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet inside the book jacket.
Alcuin bit back a curse, words that rarely escaped his lips, and gave up on the bookshelf. He gave the jukebox a pleading look.
It began to play, something that Alcuin was certain could have nothing to do with Will, even if it wasn't his sort of music...
It's about your kiss
It's about your lips
It's about the way you move your body
It's about your style
That drives me wild
It's the sexy things you're doing
Come and dance with me tonight
Feel the rhythm deep inside
Touch me now
You can be my Casanova...
Alcuin cursed out loud this time.
Every book he picked up. The Tempest. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Hamlet. A Comedy of Errors. Othello. King Lear. Taming of the Shrew. And it went on and on. Even textbooks - The Annotated Works of William Shakespeare.
Finally, he pulled out a book with another title on the cover... and was devastated to find a copy of Romeo and Juliet inside the book jacket.
Alcuin bit back a curse, words that rarely escaped his lips, and gave up on the bookshelf. He gave the jukebox a pleading look.
It began to play, something that Alcuin was certain could have nothing to do with Will, even if it wasn't his sort of music...
It's about your kiss
It's about your lips
It's about the way you move your body
It's about your style
That drives me wild
It's the sexy things you're doing
Come and dance with me tonight
Feel the rhythm deep inside
Touch me now
You can be my Casanova...
Alcuin cursed out loud this time.