Well, I Know a Place Where We Can Dance the Night Away
Title: Well, I Know a Place Where We Can Dance the Night Away
Author: nancygrew
Notes: Takes place April 2011. Originally written for the Fun Fic Friday prompt, “Rhythm of the Night” on Lure_atwt.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWT
Rating: g
Summary: Faith helps Reid improve his mad dance skillz
Reid had just pulled into the garages of the Walsh Estate, where he and his boyfriend were residing in the guest ‘cottage’, when Faith “Nascar drivers drive too slow” Snyder pulled her little red convertible into the space next to his. She flipped her $5.00 plastic, zebra-patterned sunglasses to the top of her head and grinned at Reid.
“Check this out!” Faith hit the horn of her little red love machine [not that Reid was ever going to make the mistake of using an outdated musical reference in front of Luke. Not again, anyway]. The horn made an “aoogah” sound.
“Classy,” smirked Reid.
“It drives Mom absolutely nutzoid,” said Faith happily as she climbed over the door instead of going the boring route of opening the door before exiting her vehicle.
“Your brother’s out of town,” said Reid. “Are you here to see Grandmother Moneybags?”
‘What? I can’t come and visit my boyfriend-in-law when Luke’s out of town?”
“Boyfriend-in-law?”
Faith shrugged. “When you and Luke eventually get married, you’ll be my brother-in-law so I think your current title would be boyfriend-in-law. It’s a little more prestigious than your other title.”
“Which other title?” asked a suspicious Reid.
“King of Snark,” replied Faith as though it was obvious.
“It’s good to be King.”
Faith put her hand around Reid’s arm and led him out of the garage [past Lucinda’s Rolls Royce, past Lucinda’s limousine, past Lucinda’s Ferrari, past Lucinda’s Volkswagen bus. He wasn’t positive why Lucinda owned a Hippie-mobile but he suspected that she and John Dixon used it as a ‘Sugar Shack’.].
“Are you here to see me instead of your grandmother?” asked Reid a little nervously. “Do I have to offer you some sort of nutrition?”
“Yes, I’m here to see you. No, you don’t have to offer me nutrition. I think we should hold off eating until after your dance lesson.”
“Whoa, there. Dance lessons? I don’t need no stinking dance lessons,” huffed Reid.
“Are you or are you not taking my beloved little sister Natalie to the Father Daughter dance at her school?”
“I are.”
“Can you dance?”
“Ha! I can. Luke taught me a box step before he went off to Europe. Or Southeast Asia. Or wherever the heck he is.”
Faith was unimpressed with Reid pretending not to know the exact location of his beloved and demonstrated by raising an eyebrow. She’d been practicing that move in front of the mirror. She was pretty sure that Reid had implanted a subcutaneous transmitter into Luke’s neck while Luke was asleep after Reid had heard about Luke’s multiple kidnappings.
“Anyway . . . I am now the master of the box step. All other box-steppers should kneel before me.”
“Yeah, that’s great. But we need you to be an absolutely awesome dancer.”
“Natalie’s pretty darn easy-going. I’m sure she’s not expecting me to be Gene, Gene, The Dancing Machine,” sniffed Reid while he and Faith slowly strolled around the side of the Big House.
“I assume that’s some sort of ancient pop culture reference related to the Ed Sullivan show and flappers dancing the Charleston. Therefore, I’m just going to ignore it,” sneered Faith. “Did they have peer pressure back when you were in school?”
“I’m sure that my peers felt pressure to try to emulate my academic success,” replied Reid while polishing the nails of one hand against his shirt. [It was one of his maroon shirts. Faith really hated those shirts. Even more than she had hated Luke’s silly striped shirts.].
“Dude, you must have been the biggest nerd in the history of your school,” said Faith in a surprisingly non-judgmental way.
Reid shrugged. He was proud of his Nerd Cred.
“Anyway, I don’t want Natalie embarrassed. So you are going to put up with attending my Dance Boot Camp for a couple of hours each night this week. You may refer to me as Mistress of the Dance. We’ll start off with a simple sugar push then if you’re not a complete spazz, we’ll get fancier.”
“Luke said that I didn’t have to dance all fancy,” muttered Reid defensively.
“I don’t want Natalie to be teased that she’s being taken to the Father-Daughter Dance by someone other than Dad,” said Faith after biting her lip. “You realize exactly how awesome she is and you know that she doesn’t deserve to be teased. If some handsome-ish guy with smooth moves is her dance partner, the other girls will be impressed instead of deciding to say mean stuff.”
“I’m pretty sure that kids won’t say cruel things just because her dad was too tied up with work to take her,” said a puzzled Reid.
“Dude, middle school girls are a microcosm that’s almost an exact parallel to the Serengeti. Mean girls ripping the vulnerable girls to shreds and gnawing on their bones because that’s their nature.”
Reid was insanely fond of Natalie and didn’t like to image snotty girls [metaphorically] feasting on her. Natalie was worth the annoyance of having to learn a new skill unrelated to brain surgery.
“Okay, barring medical emergencies, I will spend my evenings with you adding to my dance repertoire of the box step and finger-snapping. But I’m not calling you Mistress of the Dance. And handsome-ish? There’s no -ish on that end of that, toots.”
Faith ignored that because they had reached the south patio of the Walsh estate. Reid should have been a little more surprised to discover that Lucinda and John were cheerily awaiting their arrival. It was obvious that at least part of that cheer was the result of the carafe sitting on their table.
“Oooh, you’ve arrived,” smiled Lucinda while waving pom-poms. [Reid really tried not to wonder why Lucinda owned pom-poms.] “I’ve been looking forward to watching Faith school you all day.”
“Let’s get this party started,” whooped John while pushing his arms into the air with a ‘raising the roof’ motion.
Reid realized that it was going to be a very long night.
But at least they fed him afterwards.
Author: nancygrew
Notes: Takes place April 2011. Originally written for the Fun Fic Friday prompt, “Rhythm of the Night” on Lure_atwt.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWT
Rating: g
Summary: Faith helps Reid improve his mad dance skillz
Reid had just pulled into the garages of the Walsh Estate, where he and his boyfriend were residing in the guest ‘cottage’, when Faith “Nascar drivers drive too slow” Snyder pulled her little red convertible into the space next to his. She flipped her $5.00 plastic, zebra-patterned sunglasses to the top of her head and grinned at Reid.
“Check this out!” Faith hit the horn of her little red love machine [not that Reid was ever going to make the mistake of using an outdated musical reference in front of Luke. Not again, anyway]. The horn made an “aoogah” sound.
“Classy,” smirked Reid.
“It drives Mom absolutely nutzoid,” said Faith happily as she climbed over the door instead of going the boring route of opening the door before exiting her vehicle.
“Your brother’s out of town,” said Reid. “Are you here to see Grandmother Moneybags?”
‘What? I can’t come and visit my boyfriend-in-law when Luke’s out of town?”
“Boyfriend-in-law?”
Faith shrugged. “When you and Luke eventually get married, you’ll be my brother-in-law so I think your current title would be boyfriend-in-law. It’s a little more prestigious than your other title.”
“Which other title?” asked a suspicious Reid.
“King of Snark,” replied Faith as though it was obvious.
“It’s good to be King.”
Faith put her hand around Reid’s arm and led him out of the garage [past Lucinda’s Rolls Royce, past Lucinda’s limousine, past Lucinda’s Ferrari, past Lucinda’s Volkswagen bus. He wasn’t positive why Lucinda owned a Hippie-mobile but he suspected that she and John Dixon used it as a ‘Sugar Shack’.].
“Are you here to see me instead of your grandmother?” asked Reid a little nervously. “Do I have to offer you some sort of nutrition?”
“Yes, I’m here to see you. No, you don’t have to offer me nutrition. I think we should hold off eating until after your dance lesson.”
“Whoa, there. Dance lessons? I don’t need no stinking dance lessons,” huffed Reid.
“Are you or are you not taking my beloved little sister Natalie to the Father Daughter dance at her school?”
“I are.”
“Can you dance?”
“Ha! I can. Luke taught me a box step before he went off to Europe. Or Southeast Asia. Or wherever the heck he is.”
Faith was unimpressed with Reid pretending not to know the exact location of his beloved and demonstrated by raising an eyebrow. She’d been practicing that move in front of the mirror. She was pretty sure that Reid had implanted a subcutaneous transmitter into Luke’s neck while Luke was asleep after Reid had heard about Luke’s multiple kidnappings.
“Anyway . . . I am now the master of the box step. All other box-steppers should kneel before me.”
“Yeah, that’s great. But we need you to be an absolutely awesome dancer.”
“Natalie’s pretty darn easy-going. I’m sure she’s not expecting me to be Gene, Gene, The Dancing Machine,” sniffed Reid while he and Faith slowly strolled around the side of the Big House.
“I assume that’s some sort of ancient pop culture reference related to the Ed Sullivan show and flappers dancing the Charleston. Therefore, I’m just going to ignore it,” sneered Faith. “Did they have peer pressure back when you were in school?”
“I’m sure that my peers felt pressure to try to emulate my academic success,” replied Reid while polishing the nails of one hand against his shirt. [It was one of his maroon shirts. Faith really hated those shirts. Even more than she had hated Luke’s silly striped shirts.].
“Dude, you must have been the biggest nerd in the history of your school,” said Faith in a surprisingly non-judgmental way.
Reid shrugged. He was proud of his Nerd Cred.
“Anyway, I don’t want Natalie embarrassed. So you are going to put up with attending my Dance Boot Camp for a couple of hours each night this week. You may refer to me as Mistress of the Dance. We’ll start off with a simple sugar push then if you’re not a complete spazz, we’ll get fancier.”
“Luke said that I didn’t have to dance all fancy,” muttered Reid defensively.
“I don’t want Natalie to be teased that she’s being taken to the Father-Daughter Dance by someone other than Dad,” said Faith after biting her lip. “You realize exactly how awesome she is and you know that she doesn’t deserve to be teased. If some handsome-ish guy with smooth moves is her dance partner, the other girls will be impressed instead of deciding to say mean stuff.”
“I’m pretty sure that kids won’t say cruel things just because her dad was too tied up with work to take her,” said a puzzled Reid.
“Dude, middle school girls are a microcosm that’s almost an exact parallel to the Serengeti. Mean girls ripping the vulnerable girls to shreds and gnawing on their bones because that’s their nature.”
Reid was insanely fond of Natalie and didn’t like to image snotty girls [metaphorically] feasting on her. Natalie was worth the annoyance of having to learn a new skill unrelated to brain surgery.
“Okay, barring medical emergencies, I will spend my evenings with you adding to my dance repertoire of the box step and finger-snapping. But I’m not calling you Mistress of the Dance. And handsome-ish? There’s no -ish on that end of that, toots.”
Faith ignored that because they had reached the south patio of the Walsh estate. Reid should have been a little more surprised to discover that Lucinda and John were cheerily awaiting their arrival. It was obvious that at least part of that cheer was the result of the carafe sitting on their table.
“Oooh, you’ve arrived,” smiled Lucinda while waving pom-poms. [Reid really tried not to wonder why Lucinda owned pom-poms.] “I’ve been looking forward to watching Faith school you all day.”
“Let’s get this party started,” whooped John while pushing his arms into the air with a ‘raising the roof’ motion.
Reid realized that it was going to be a very long night.
But at least they fed him afterwards.