"They do look like they're having fun out there," Marie said, gesturing at the dancers as she sat down. "I'd have to be drunk to get up and dance, though, and I don't drink. Doctor's orders."
Well, that and the pyrokinesis, but the whole doctor's orders got her out of the drinking without mentioning the pyrokinesis. "Of course, where I come from said doctor's probably dead or disappeared, but still, doctor's orders." She looked at the lovebirds and their baby briefly and hoped nobody asked her to hold the baby or do anything with the baby, she had no clue how and didn't care to learn.
"Actually," Marie said with a wry grin, "I don't tend to dance because I'm more likely to step on your feet. And kick you in the ankles. I'm not precisely what you'd call coordinated."
Rose loved the smell of honey, leather and spice that comprised HER version of the Doctor. With a bit of reluctance she stepped back enough to dance properly, not just sway to and frow
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Susan was partaking of the drinking. It was genetic, and beyond that, it was a moment to relax. Though, she wasn't about to have too much simply because Daniel was... indisposed at the moment. That thought, in itself, brought a hint of a smirk. Life on a tropical, deserted island.
She had her vodka, thanks to an offering from Marcus, and she wasn't sure if it was so he had a 'get out of jail free' card, or if it was in response to her giving Stephen a sweep off his feet, literally. Either way, it was vodka, and she had no doubt that it was good. She was settled once more, food on her makeshift plate finished, for the most part. The pig was excellent with the fruit gathered, the salad greens-- everything worked. And Marcus wasn't too far away; a comforting novelty
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The moment Susan spoke, 'Achy Breaky Heart' began to play. He would have groaned at it, except for the look on Ten's face and Rose laughing. Some things were worth bad music for.
"You think some of this is bad? You should try the 26th century's revival of Disco." He winced. "Right down to polyester suits with bell bottoms. Jack was in his element. He wore a lavender suit and gold chains. It was almost as frightening as seeing Rose's mother approach." He shuddered. "I made a strategic advance to the rear and locked the TARDIS door until it was time to leave. You can only take so much bad BeeGees impersonations. I think it's used as a form of torture on a few planets."
Suddenly he paused, his eyes going a bit wide. "Oh Rassilon... we're going to have to tell Jackie about the baby. She's going slap me again. Maybe we can avoid visiting till after it's born. She'll be distracted by a cute cooing grandchild."
The 26th century? Susan assumed it was Earth. There was something comforting in knowing that there were other times where Earth would actually survive, or hell, maybe never have to deal with the threat that is the Shadows. Of course, then, that would beg the existence of the First Ones... and, well... the commander was military. That, she'd leave for better minds than her own as far as philosophy and physics was concerned
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Daisy was content to shuffle around slowly in John's arms. She paid no attention whatsoever to the music or its tempo. Slow dancing was a great warm-up for sex. She giggled once and when John asked her what was so funny she asked, "Why do Baptists never have sex standing up
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Frank knew he was going to regret this in the morning. He already knew the hangover was going to kill him, the line dancing would just be the nail in the coffin. If he was sober he probably would have had enough sense to not be out line dancing with busted ribs, but no one could ever say that Frank Parker took the smart way.
He could blame it all on that drink he took for the Commander, it probably put him over the top before actually eating anything. Ah well, Frank's general philosophy was to have fun now and deal with the consequences in the morning. Why should tonight be any different from the rest of his life?
The man could actually move, though he was more then slightly inebrieted so no one could really fault him for missing a few steps... could they? Good thing he didn't have a partner or she'd have bruised toes.
Methos groaned deeply as "Achy Breaky Heart" started playing. He'd been able to ignore a good deal of the music that had come out of the speakers, and a good deal of how people had chosen to respond to the music. Methos wasn't capable of ignoring the song or the line dancing. He came to a complete stop. Methos asked, "Oona, would you have any interest in some candlelight
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"I'd love some. And some time away from this particular display." She knew she was making excuses, because it was really incredibly funny. She started to chuckle at the line of men, not doubt at least slightly inebriated.
But it might help in the morning if they knew not EVERYONE saw this. Or maybe it would bruise their egos. Who knew?
But she would like to spend some time alone with Adam... Methos... she wondered which he preferred in private. She was nervous, but recognized it for what they had already discussed. Her basic warrior nature refused to give in to the nerves.
"Ona pale and weak! To thy father speak: O!the trembling fear. O! the dismal care, That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair."
The poem by Blake was spoken as she thought of it. Perhaps because it was the only one to come close to her own name. It fit.
"I think the recent dancing I've witnessed covers the trembling fear bit." She smiled up at Adam.
"Lead on, good sir. Some quiet would be more relaxing at this point."
(OOC: Methos has been demanding I get him awaaay from Achy Breaky.)
Methos smiled happily at Oona's answer. He wasn't entirely sure which he was happier about -- her interest in the candles, or her interest in getting away from the display. Methos did his best to ignore the line, except for allowing the inebriation of others to remind him why he chose to be sober at the luau. He'd made plans for the night. Methos had known they might not pan out. He'd simply promised himself he was going to face that possibility sober.
The few lines of poetry Oona spoke gave him pause. Methos blinked at them trying to place them. Before he could remember she spoke again. Methos returned her smile, saying, "I hope I can do better than dismal care."
Meeting Oona's smile he thought of a few lines of Byron's.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past- For years fleet away with the wings of the dove- The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.Methos didn't share the poetry, only the
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Oona was impressed. Obviously Adam had put a lot of effort into this. It made her feel odd. Her throat constricted with some unidentified emotion and her vision swam a bit. It was a bit embarrassing, this reaction. But to see all this done for her… it was not something she ever thought would happen. She felt special, and perhaps even attractive in some way.
“Thank you, kind sir.” Oona took the proffered seat. “You have been busy. And it looks like you also had some help, as this is still hot.”
In fact she had been looking forward to tasting the fruits of everyone’s labor. So far she had only eaten some of the fruit and appetizers.
“I’m flattered.”
She smiled softly at Adam. “Which poets? You said you knew some poets. Which ones? Any I would have heard of?”
She knew some poets, herself. Her best friend fancied himself a poet philosopher. He was both. Pretty accomplished for a fox.
The music changes to Achy Breaky Heart, just as Sam is querying Miho about her heritage. Almost reluctantly she pulled away, he'd been so comfortable to lean against.
"In dreams I fly, soaring the dark skies with my father and uncles... in life? Becoming even part dragon hurts like" she pauses, biting off the slang word "like breaking every bone in your arm, or body if I decide to go the full hog."
She was following his lead on the dancing now, it wasn't her type of song, but if he wanted to continue, she would too.
Although Sam was still a bit confused about the existence of dragons in Miho's world, he chose to accept her explanation at face value. "I'll take your word for it," he replied with a grin. He wasn't sure if Miho had pulled away due to the change in music or the conversation, but didn't want her to leave.
After a few measures Sam recognized the Yank song for the bollocks it was. He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I think we should wait until a proper song comes on, yeah?" Miho agreed with a shrug and a goregeous smile. Delighted, Sam took her hand and led her off of the dance floor. "Shall we try some of the boar? I haven't had any yet."
Grinning, Miho nodded, her hand not really straying far from his. The dance was over, but another had begun that had nothing to do with the music playing.
"We should, you know. After all is said and done, it wouldn't have been here, not for us."
She grinned, reaching up to flick her long hair from her face.
"So what's it like, being a..." she searched for the right word, a word she'd heard Sam and the Guv use time and again "a copper in England?"
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"They do look like they're having fun out there," Marie said, gesturing at the dancers as she sat down. "I'd have to be drunk to get up and dance, though, and I don't drink. Doctor's orders."
Well, that and the pyrokinesis, but the whole doctor's orders got her out of the drinking without mentioning the pyrokinesis. "Of course, where I come from said doctor's probably dead or disappeared, but still, doctor's orders." She looked at the lovebirds and their baby briefly and hoped nobody asked her to hold the baby or do anything with the baby, she had no clue how and didn't care to learn.
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"So... Marie... would you like to, you know, dance or something? I mean, I won't step on your feet or anything. I am so screwing this up, aren't I?"
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I think I feel a Dean post coming on. *ponders*
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She had her vodka, thanks to an offering from Marcus, and she wasn't sure if it was so he had a 'get out of jail free' card, or if it was in response to her giving Stephen a sweep off his feet, literally. Either way, it was vodka, and she had no doubt that it was good. She was settled once more, food on her makeshift plate finished, for the most part. The pig was excellent with the fruit gathered, the salad greens-- everything worked. And Marcus wasn't too far away; a comforting novelty ( ... )
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"You think some of this is bad? You should try the 26th century's revival of Disco." He winced. "Right down to polyester suits with bell bottoms. Jack was in his element. He wore a lavender suit and gold chains. It was almost as frightening as seeing Rose's mother approach." He shuddered. "I made a strategic advance to the rear and locked the TARDIS door until it was time to leave. You can only take so much bad BeeGees impersonations. I think it's used as a form of torture on a few planets."
Suddenly he paused, his eyes going a bit wide. "Oh Rassilon... we're going to have to tell Jackie about the baby. She's going slap me again. Maybe we can avoid visiting till after it's born. She'll be distracted by a cute cooing grandchild."
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He could blame it all on that drink he took for the Commander, it probably put him over the top before actually eating anything. Ah well, Frank's general philosophy was to have fun now and deal with the consequences in the morning. Why should tonight be any different from the rest of his life?
The man could actually move, though he was more then slightly inebrieted so no one could really fault him for missing a few steps... could they? Good thing he didn't have a partner or she'd have bruised toes.
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But it might help in the morning if they knew not EVERYONE saw this. Or maybe it would bruise their egos. Who knew?
But she would like to spend some time alone with Adam... Methos... she wondered which he preferred in private. She was nervous, but recognized it for what they had already discussed. Her basic warrior nature refused to give in to the nerves.
"Ona pale and weak!
To thy father speak:
O!the trembling fear.
O! the dismal care,
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair."
The poem by Blake was spoken as she thought of it. Perhaps because it was the only one to come close to her own name. It fit.
"I think the recent dancing I've witnessed covers the trembling fear bit." She smiled up at Adam.
"Lead on, good sir. Some quiet would be more relaxing at this point."
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Methos smiled happily at Oona's answer. He wasn't entirely sure which he was happier about -- her interest in the candles, or her interest in getting away from the display. Methos did his best to ignore the line, except for allowing the inebriation of others to remind him why he chose to be sober at the luau. He'd made plans for the night. Methos had known they might not pan out. He'd simply promised himself he was going to face that possibility sober.
The few lines of poetry Oona spoke gave him pause. Methos blinked at them trying to place them. Before he could remember she spoke again. Methos returned her smile, saying, "I hope I can do better than dismal care."
Meeting Oona's smile he thought of a few lines of Byron's.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove-
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.Methos didn't share the poetry, only the ( ... )
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“Thank you, kind sir.” Oona took the proffered seat. “You have been busy. And it looks like you also had some help, as this is still hot.”
In fact she had been looking forward to tasting the fruits of everyone’s labor. So far she had only eaten some of the fruit and appetizers.
“I’m flattered.”
She smiled softly at Adam. “Which poets? You said you knew some poets. Which ones? Any I would have heard of?”
She knew some poets, herself. Her best friend fancied himself a poet philosopher. He was both. Pretty accomplished for a fox.
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"In dreams I fly, soaring the dark skies with my father and uncles... in life? Becoming even part dragon hurts like" she pauses, biting off the slang word "like breaking every bone in your arm, or body if I decide to go the full hog."
She was following his lead on the dancing now, it wasn't her type of song, but if he wanted to continue, she would too.
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After a few measures Sam recognized the Yank song for the bollocks it was. He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I think we should wait until a proper song comes on, yeah?" Miho agreed with a shrug and a goregeous smile. Delighted, Sam took her hand and led her off of the dance floor. "Shall we try some of the boar? I haven't had any yet."
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"We should, you know. After all is said and done, it wouldn't have been here, not for us."
She grinned, reaching up to flick her long hair from her face.
"So what's it like, being a..." she searched for the right word, a word she'd heard Sam and the Guv use time and again "a copper in England?"
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