A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. It never really occurred to me before just how exciting reviews can be (and scary!), but now I can definitely see myself developing a reliance on them. And though I'll never be one of those that holds off on posting another chapter until I have x number of reviews, I will just say that getting reviews, does motivate me to write more. Hint hint. And criticism is welcomed.
Cheers,
VC
I Won't Dance'You owe me an egg role!'
The smile on her face was gorgeous and it took all his self control to turn around and amble casually away. On the inside he was dancing. Of course it was manly, Jess Mariano style dancing in a leather jacket and with a scowl, but dancing nonetheless.
Switching the tapes had been easy. A soft 'Hello, Kirk,' and an almost pleasant smile had emptied the video store long enough for him to do his work, and by the time Kirk had returned, red faced and panting with Taylor in tow, he'd left the store and was idling in the gazebo. He almost felt like it should have been harder for him, to be worthy of the look on her face.
He didn't know that Bag Boy had had to build her a car to earn a smile not half as brilliant. But maybe that was for the best. If he had known it's entirely possible that he wouldn't have kept his dancing on the inside. He'd be tap dancing his way up and down the streets of the Hollow in tails and a top hat, so stylish that Miss Patty would be casting him in her next show.
For the sake of maintaining Jess's hard earned, hoodlum reputation, it was probably better that he didn't know.
