Ugly Moves.

Character(s): Murdock, Hannibal, and a OC.

Pairings (if any): Implied MudockXOC

Arthor's notes: I watched Wild Hogs, (great movie, a must see.) and this line inspired me. Not the best, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Hope, she's mine.

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"Go ask her to dance Murdock."

"I dunno Colonel, you know the music talks to me."

Lighting up a cigar, Hannibal watched as everyone around them danced. He ignored Murdock's comment about the music 'talking to him'. The Festival of Apples, was the place where they were to act on their next mission. Help out some farmers get their fair share of the money from their profits, that local marketers where taking.

His eyes drifted to his neice, Hope, whom had tagged alongwith them, helping Face out with some con-work. She was dancing with no one in particular. He noticed Murdock staring at her.

"Well," he began, take a puff of the cigar. "...you better ask her before someone else does."

Murdock looked at the white haired man next to him, huffing on his cigar. "Colonel," he stated, as Hannibal looked at him. "You know the music moves me..." he paused, as his eyes drifted to Hope, as Hannibal's did the same thing. "...but it moves me ugly."

"Well...I doubt she'll care. If I know her, which I do, she won't mind a bit, now go on, ask her, that's an order." he gave a cigar filled smile.

"Right Colonel." Murdock saluted as he marched over to Hannibal's neice.

Hannibal watched as the two spoke, as Hope nodded to Murdock's purposal. The two began to dance. Everything was fine.

"Moves you ugly..." Hannibal muttered as he chuckled to himself, second guessing what Murdock had told him.

He had spoke to soon. As he glanced up at the couple dancing. Murdock had began to randomly dance like a sprinkler and jerking around uncontrolably. Looking really goofy as he did so. Running around in circles, before tripping right into a nearby tablel, which broke instantly, as he fell to the ground.

Hope went to help him, as did Hannibal.

"Murdock! Are you alright?" she asked.

Hannibal looked at both. "He'll be fine, the music just had a hold of him."