"I Don't Dance"
“God, I hate this.” Wesley almost turned to the left - again - when they were to turn right. Only Gunn’s kick to his heel stopped him in time.
Gunn waved his arms above his head, the baton describing flashing arcs under the strobing light of the disco ball. “You’re not the only one.”
Grunting and using his bicep to push back his hardhat, Wesley made the next turn, adding in Lorne’s recommended hip shimmy.
“But someone’s not hating it.” Gunn pointed his chin to the right.
Chaps snapping around ankles, arms out-flung, Angel flailed to the beat, his smile beatific.
Gunn waved his arms above his head, the baton describing flashing arcs under the strobing light of the disco ball. “You’re not the only one.”
Grunting and using his bicep to push back his hardhat, Wesley made the next turn, adding in Lorne’s recommended hip shimmy.
“But someone’s not hating it.” Gunn pointed his chin to the right.
Chaps snapping around ankles, arms out-flung, Angel flailed to the beat, his smile beatific.