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Ellie drifted down one street, then the next, just looking for a pub. This is England, for possums sake! Aren't pubs supposed to be everywhere?! I've only found three! Sighing, Ellie looked around the street again. Ohhh, a pub! And upon spotting this pub, she starts barreling forward, hoping to see familiar face.

Crash! Everyone looked at the doors to the pub to see if something had been thrown through them and if it was about to explode. After jumping in her seat near the bar, Dani looked at the door in mild interest, wondering if there'd be any action. To the amazement of most present, what had come tumbling through the door was just a mass of dark colored clothing, three traveling bags, and a massive amount of wavy bronze-ish hair.

Letting out a breath, Ellie pops her head up and looks around, "Whew! I really hope this is the right pub, because it's the fourth one I've burst into dramatically. Oh! That reminds me, TA-DA!" She throws her arms out wide, showing a copious amount of teeth.

There were a few moments of silence that accompanied open-mouthed stares. One pipe dropped to the bar with a loud clatter. A man in a corner jumped up and started clapping. "Woo, would ya' take a look at this bird, 'ere!" the man was moving toward her.

Ellie started to pick herself up off the floor when the man threw an arm around her shoulders to help her up. "My name's Swill, and I'll be you're main man around 'ere. And don't listen ta any Jack aroun' 'oo's mean 'cause you're a Yank, I can tehll you'll be like-

"YOU!!" A screech echoed through the pub, inadvertently demanding silence. Ellie looked up and around, scanning interestedly for the person having the cow and what would probably be a boyfriend getting his ass canned. To her surprise, the young woman who had shouted was glaring at her, chest heaving.

Ellie felt her hackles rise as she spied the girl across the room and took a slow breath as she puffed up her impressive height and narrowed her eyes. You could have sworn hissing would have come next from the looks on their faces. Instead, a grin nearly split Ellie's face in two and the two females started spazzing out and running at each other, screaming, "Ahhhhhh!!!!" in that girly way when they get excited. You know the sound.

Bewildered, Swill watched the two jump around in awkward circles, still screaming in that odd way. He looked over to a man near him, whose pipe had gone out, and looked at the man with a "what the fuck?" look on his face. The man returned a "don't ask ME" look and huffed out his newspaper, pipe relit. Shrugging to himself, Swill wove his way over to the two ladies, who had finally stopped jumping about, and said, "Wehll, it's lovely to see reunited friends, but can someone explain to me what the 'ell is goin' on 'ere?" he looked down at the two, but found he didn't have to look far for the one he'd never seen, since she was only about three inches shorter than him. "And 'oo's this, Dana?"

"Dani."

"Dani and Dana, fancy that," Swill beamed, "Whell, it's a plea-

"No, she's not Dani, I am," Dani said.

Swill looked at Ellie, "Dana?"

Dani raised her voice, "Ellie!"

Swill snapped his head back to her, "You jus' said you're Dani!"

"I am! She's Ellie!" Dani seethed.

"Then where the 'ell's Dana?!"

Ellie looked around and said mildly, "Who's on first? Listen. Calm down, both of you. I'm Ellie, that's Dani and as far as I understand, you are Swill, yes? I haven't know a Dana since my freshman year of high school. Better?"

Swill smiled again, all happy go lucky and care free once more. Dani simply rolled her eyes and huffed back down to her seat.

Bouncing after her, Ellie grabbed her new friend's hand and dragged him behind. Swill looked at this woman, a slightly almost disbelieving look, but a happy one on his countenance. "So Doll, -dragging out in an American southern accent, or an attempt at one, anyway- What's your real full name?"

". True story. But everybody calls me Ellie," She threw over her shoulder, smiling.

Slightly dazed, and not having caught all that, as was her purpose, he said, "A'right, Ellie it is."

"And I'm from the pacific northwest, not the south, or even the east coast that I've heard you hate the most. So if you feel you need to make fun of my accent, do it right. Ohr ah'll give ye' a blight'!" She smartly grinned, throwing in the bad British accent just for fun.

"Aye, aye, ma'am. Quite the spitfire, 'aint ya?"

"Well, my hair's not red today, but I always have the 'tude," She waltzed after Dani. Literally. She counted to herself, " One, two three. One, two three," under her breath, spinning around and around blissfully, barely stirring the air around the people sitting at small tables. Once again, Ellie had the entire pub's attention. Opening her eyes and dropping her hands from her imaginary friend's, she looks around, "What? Oh come on, not many of you can honestly say you've never danced for no particular reason," She puts her hands on her hips, " And if you haven't, either you're boring or can't remember, and that's sad that you've lost that spark of youth."

She flopped down next to Dani, who was sipping her drink, not blinking an eye. Like most of the pub, Swill stood, bewildered, staring at this out-of-nowhere young lady. But Swill simply smiled, and almost giggled, But looked at Ellie and held his hand out, " Oi, I wanna try."

Ellie leaped up, lickety split, and shouted, "Oh boy!" although when she leapt up, the cushion promptly sank underneath Dani, bumping her butt against the hard wood, leaving her very disgruntled. Anyway, Ellie bounced over to Swill and took his outstretched hand.

Swill looked around, "Don't we 'ave some form of music around' 'ere?"

Ellie said, "Eh, we don't really need it, if there's no jukebox. Oooh! I have an ipod! Who needs a jukebox then?!"

She then goes over to her bag, flinging through all sorts of things. Swill had to duck fast to avoid being struck by a pair of purple and black striped suspenders. Dani had to catch a bottle of Oregano leaves to keep them from knocking out a poor old chap at the bar. Or at least, attempt to catch it.

Struggling toward her, Dani says with one eyebrow quirked, "You know, Ellie, this might not be such a great idea. You know your ipod is broken and stuck on shuffle. We have no idea what is going to come out of your speakers. You know you like to be around people more than you like to be alienated. Really, I'm sure we can find something, we don't need your ipod," Dani was now nervous as she watched Ellie hook up her speaker and ipod to the wall.

"Oh, quit being such a worry wart. I have Benny Goodman and stuff, it'll be fine."

"It's not Benny what's-his-bucket that I'm worried about,' Dani edged toward a far corner of the pub, ready to bolt.

"And anyway, you can dance to any song on my ipod if you do it right."

Right then, a song flickered to life. It just so happened to be Dr. Love, by KISS. Giggling, Ellie started skipping through songs. Trapt, Def Leppard, Poison, 3Oh!3, Shinedown, Nickleback, My Chemical Romance, Michael Jackson, Benny Goodman, ooh! There it was! She started it from the beginning and turned up the volume, skipping back over to Swill. "Ready?"

"I 'ope so," Swill chuckled.

Standing straight, then Swill copying her, Ellie starts, "Aaaand… One, two three, one, two three, one, two three…"

So while Benny Goodman's "Swing The Mood" played, Ellie pushed Swill's unwilling legs around in circles, and he kept banging into anything possible. Ellie swung to and fro and all over the place, but it just wasn't working for Swill. Ellie thought she heard something to the effect of "God forsaken Yankee mess of a song…"

Upon hearing this, Ellie let out a small growl and spun out of Swill's grasp, tripping him in the process. "I don't dance with big band insulters," she said coolly, readjusting her pony tail.

"Whell listen, I'd still like to dance, that just wasn't really my cup of tea, mate," Swill groaned, on all fours and one hand on his back.

She looked at him, lips pursed. "Well, alright then. Why don't we just try whatever comes on?"

As Ellie turned to fiddle with her ipod, Dani stepped forward. This was just what she'd been afraid of. "Elle, this was exactly what I was talking about. The odds of the next song happening to be one they might be willing to dance to is slim-

And as she was speaking, she was caught off by Aretha Franklin, moaning her way up to the starting note for 'Chain of Fools'. " Oh god, here we go…" Dani slunk back to her previous position.

Ellie slumped her shoulders and hung her head. But as Aretha began to sing, she squared her shoulders, held her arms at a 90 degree angle in front of her, and began to snap her fingers. Soon she was sliding her feet across the floor, and knees followed each foot, followed by hips, then shoulders. "Walk this way," she smiles, her Cheshire personality emerging.

Swill looked around, shrugged, and muttered "Fuck it." And to the amazement of almost all in the building, he started dancing like his inner black woman.

Terry leaned up against his bar, torso hanging over the top. He looked over at the woman who earlier had officially been established as "Dani" and watched her rub her temple with one hand on her forehead like she was hiding. Sighing, he looked over at the small group that was forming to dance. He looked back over at the girl at the back corner of the bar. "Fancy the usual Guinness?"

She shook her head, "Stronger."