(not so) Quiet Times

[vicioussweetie]

Ali's in the basement, as usual. But she is not being quiet and studious today, oh no. She's got the music turned up to the point where one can just be heard above it without shouting, and is dancing around with abandon. How she manages to not trip and break her neck with the floor as cluttered with shopping bags and stacks of boxes is hard to

Comments

[goodform]

*There's a key turning in the lock of the Nexus door: and the captain pokes his head around the doorframe with a frown at the invasive noise. What the...?*

[vicioussweetie]

She's still dancing. And not the very polite sort of dancing he's enjoyed with her before. This is the sort of wild dancing that makes respectable old people weep for the modern generations.

[goodform]

*He steps through fully, closing the door behind him, and watches her for a moment with a slight smile*

Ali.

*pause. Louder*

Ali!

[vicioussweetie]

She stops dancing, turned to face him, glowing with the exertion and smiling. "Jas! Hello!"