Disclaimer: I'm just playing around. Almost everything belongs to someone else. Recognisable characters, TV shows, movies, etc belong to their creators (in some cases otherwise known as god), producers, directors, etc.
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Shall We Dance?
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Tango…
"You know how to tango?" Annie asked, smiling at her impromptu instructor, "Isn't it a little too Scent of a Woman?"
"I do. And it's not," Auggie smiled back a little self nondepreciating, "One of my brothers was trying to impress a girl. He promised me a dollar every time I helped him practice."
"Did he remember to pay you?" Annie slid her hands along his, moving one to her waist, when he took them, "How old were you?"
"I made $17 before Chris realised he had three left feet. Which is the one you start with." Auggie led her though a few slow steps, "I was thirteen and I ended up with two broken toes."
Annie glanced down at their feet. "How many girls did you impress?"
"I had girls ditching their dates at prom for a tango." Auggie released Annie's hand and lifted her face up. "Which you will never learn if you keep looking at your feet."
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Waltz…
"Mingus?" Jai almost cringed in disbelief, "You want me to teach Annie how to waltz to Mingus?"
"You're the one who said he could waltz to anything." Auggie shot back, turning the music up, "Prove it."
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Swing…
"Annie?" Auggie turned toward the familiar scent and unfamiliar sound, "Are you on crutches?"
"Crutch, just one." Annie claimed Stu's chair, rolling herself to Auggie's desk, "I sprained my ankle."
"In less than twelve hours?" Auggie ran his hands down her legs, lightly prodding at the bandage wrapped around her right ankle, "Doesn't seem too bad, how'd you do it?"
"Swing dancing."
He looked up at her answer, a smile filling his face. "Swing dancing?"
"Katia 's hinting that she wants to take ballet lessons, and somehow that led to Danielle telling her that Mum had taught us a few moves."
"And you slipped or tripped while showing off?"
"No." Auggie can almost hear Annie blush, "We were in the kitchen and my foot hit the island."
"Ouch." Auggie winced in sympathy.
"Thanks," Annie wiggled her leg, reminding Auggie that his hands were still on her ankle, "Joan thought it would be a good time for me to learn some of the tech side of things, so I'm yours until it heals."
"Let's start with," Auggie held out another set of headphones. "Illicit Mingus"
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Rumba…
Eyal spun Annie out, and then pulled her in close… Very close.
"You're good at this." He purred in her ear, "A natural."
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Slow
Auggie swung his cane out hitting Jai in the shins.
"I'm sorry, did I hit someone?" He managed to sound concerned, "I thought I heard Annie's voice, and she promised me a slow dance."
"Of course," Jai said through gritted teeth, "Excuse me."
"You didn't have to do that." Annie took Auggie's hand, squeezing it harder than necessary, "I was about to come look for you."
Auggie wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting on the small of her back. "I didn't hit him that hard."
"He's limping.' Annie whispered, trying not to smile.
"He deserves a limp. He was cutting in on my Annie Time."
"Annie Time?" She didn't sound impressed.
"Yep," Auggie leaned in closer, "Louboutin stilettos, Jo Malone grapefruit, sarcasm and a running commentary on who's had too much of the spiked punch. Annie Time."
"Never use that phrase again," She rested her head on his shoulder, "And I'll help you avoid the mistletoe."
"Deal."
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