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[all_er_nothin]

The bar is interesting; but Will is missing being able to go home somewhat.

So tonight, he's worked out how to use one of those new fangled record decks to get some proper danging music going.

Now all he needs is someone to dance with, and this mini box social will be in business!

Any takers?

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[lt_blade]

It's not the music SOnya's used to, not even the swing styles she had a weakness for, but it's energetic enough and not bad to listen to either.

She's at one of the tables, a bottle of boot polish and water as she gives her combat boots a good spit shine, but it's clear her attention's on Will and the music.

ooc:gmail won't send me notifs, so expect very slow tags

[all_er_nothin]

Will waves, then comes over.

"Howdy Sonya."

[lt_blade]

The problem with polishing was that boots, especially ones worn as often as hers, seemed to require atleast a half hour of polishing per boot.

"Hey." She said, still working on this one spot. "Taste of home?" She motioned towards the record player. She hadn't seen once since she'd left home for the military academy: it gave her a sense of nostalgia.

[all_er_nothin]

"Well, at home, we got a band." Will says. "But... ah miss home a little."

[luvitwnurescume]

But of course!

Will gets a whistle and a low-pitched laugh from a well-dressed Dixie.

[all_er_nothin]

Will looks over and waves.

"Can I tempt you to dance ma'am?"

[luvitwnurescume]

She laughs softly. "I didn't whistle for nothing." She extends one lace glove-covered hand.

[all_er_nothin]

"You need any teachin'?" Will asks, taking the hand.