dancing with myself, oh oh oh-oh

[drop_dead_fred]

It wasn't often the jukebox chose to torment Fred while he was in the rec room, mostly because when it came to music he was largely un-tormentable. It sometimes played the Weird Sisters, but thankfully seemed to find Celestinia Warbeck as torturous as Fred did, at least judging based on the fact that he hadn't heard her screechy warbling once since

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[patriotqueen]

Guy was here to get see if he could manage a few books for another School semester, but was blocked by a mad native dance of a sort performed with abandon by what had to be Fred.

He was about to remark on it when the dance took a sudden turn towards him and Fred collied with him. Guy laughed. "I knew you'd fall for me."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Ohbugger," Fred exclaimed as he crashed into someone, starting to laugh as he turned and saw who it was. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the jukebox, which had lapsed into silence. "Think I got some kind of dance fever for a second there. Cured now though." He grinned, only the slightest bit pink in the face, which could certainly be chalked up to the exertion of dancing if one chose.

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned. "I've seen worse dances. I've seen better as well, but I wouldn't call this a fit of illness."

[drop_dead_fred]

"That's only because I didn't actually knock you down," he said, still a little sheepish. "My dancing's been known to cause serious injury from time to time." Scarcely an exaggeration; one of his favorite things about Angelina had been that dancing with her required everyone to give them a two-meter berth for fear of getting knocked out.

[patriotqueen]

"Really? What a sad fate. We shall never be able to see a Fred-dance at one of the many parties, then?" Guy wondered, as the jukebox picked up with a little jazzy tune.