"Screw it," I decided. "I am not going to let that dream spoil
tonight!" I walked into the closet and determined to go all out tonight. I
picked a short, tight red dress with a sparkling empire bodice and
spaghetti straps. I smoothed lotion over my legs, grabbed some inch-heel
strappy red sandals, and headed to the bathroom to put up my hair. I was
just putting the finishing touches on my make-up when the doorbell rang.
Must be Xander!
"Come on in, the door's open!" I called down. I heard the door open and then footsteps on the stairs. Something wasn't right; that didn't sound like Xander bounding up the stairs. These steps were slower, more methodical. My pulse quickened and I instinctively grabbed a stake. My free hand flew up to the gold cross around my neck. The door opened and I saw a blond head peer around it.
"Spike," I growled.
"Ah, good, Slayer, you're home. Thanks ever so kindly for inviting me in-" His eyes traveled up and down my body.
"Can it! I thought you were...someone else." I raised the stake.
"Please! I could have killed you already, easily. Especially since you aren't really the Slayer," he said lightly.
"I...how..." I forced myself to regain composure. Sure, if Angel knew, of course Spike would know. "I may not be totally Buffy, but that doesn't mean I can't still kick some major vampire-"
"Yes, yes, all very well," Spike muttered impatiently. "I'm not here to fight. Keep babbling and that might change. Dru sent me."
"Dru?"
"Yes, Drusilla."
"I know who she is, duh! What does she want?"
"To warn you. Bring the Slayer back or Sunnydale goes to Hell," he told me.
"It's halfway there already. Hello, hellmouth? Besides, wouldn't you and Dru just love that to happen, for Buffy to be gone?"
"It's disrupting a balance of some sort. I think that's what Dru was jabbering about after her vision. So if Buffy doesn't return soon, we all go to Hell. Have a nice day, love," Spike said. I stood in shock for a moment, then turned and raced out after him.
"Wait!" I shouted as Spike reached the shadows in the front yard.
"I love your hair like that, Slayer. Makes me want to come closer for a little bite...or two..." He took one step towards me, amusement lighting his features.
"I'd kill you if Dawn didn't need you in a couple of years." I left him staring at me, puzzled, as I closed and locked the door. I raced upstairs to change my hair from the sleek updo. In moments, I had half of Buffy's blond locks cascading in curls down my back, the rest gathered. The doorbell rang. I hurried back down the stairs to get the door. When I opened, Xander stood there, his mouth dropped open in an appreciative gape.
"W-wow..." he said, hushed. I smiled.
"Well, don't just stand there, kiss me already." That got his attention. A few minutes later, we broke our passionate embrace.
"Ready?" Xander asked huskily. I snatched up my purse and we left for the Bronze.
"So how was the rest of your afternoon?" I asked him quickly, before he could ask about mine. I hated to lie to him, so I figured I'd just avoid the subject. He started talking about his trip to the mall arcade with Oz and Willow. I tried my best to be attentive, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the dream and Angel and Drusilla's warning.
What if Dru were right? What if her vision came to be, and everything in Sunnydale erupted, all because of me? Because of my cowardice? I shuddered. Imagine your high school experience being the reason for you ending another universe. It wasn't my fault...
"And without Buffy here right now, Will and I are going nuts. I mean, she's our supplier and our stash is already really low..." Xander talked.
"Mmm-hmm," I answered absently.
"After the Bronze, Oz and I thought we might get you and Willow to go back to your place and try an orgy..." he continued.
"Me and Willow...sure-What?" My head snapped up. Xander chuckled.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up." I gave him a small smile. "Hey, what's wrong?" I took a breath, trying to decide whether or not I should tell him about everything. I began to wish that Buffy were here. But if she were, I wouldn't have to worry about any of this. I decided to lie for now.
"Um, just tired. Haven't quite woken up from my nap earlier. Sorry, I'll try to be more attentive." I avoided looking him in the eye, concentrating on the Bronze up ahead.
"This is the Bronze, right?" I asked, cheerfully.
"Yeah...the Bronze," he confirmed, still eyeing me. He put his hand on my back and led me in. I glanced around. True to its television form in every way. Except not a set. I noticed that Cordelia obviously wasn't here; I was getting way too many stares and catcalls. Xander's face relaxed.
"Yes, this is Buffy Summers and yes, I, Xander Harris, am her boyfriend and date for the evening. Mine, back off, thank you, excuse us." I giggled and rolled my eyes at him.
"Come on," I pouted, "let me have a little fun." He looked wounded.
"Hey, what fun is that for me if every other guy in here is all over you?"
"Well...it's something I haven't experienced in quite awhile," I said almost inaudibly. He looked at me quizzically, but I shrugged and kept on walking.
"Look, there's Oz and Willow." I pointed to a dimly lit corner that had two small sofas. The couple was sitting and chatting quietly while holding hands.
"Hi, guys! What took you so long?" Willow asked excitedly.
"Just...took our time coming over, that's all," I answered, gazing out at the crowd.
"Yeah, took some time dealing with space-cadet here," Xander added, looking pointedly at me. I ignored the jab and continued scanning the crowd. I don't know why I was keyed up tonight. I could remember nights back in high school where I thrived on being the center of attention.
"Where's Cordelia?" I wondered. Willow shrugged.
"She'll be here. Cordy prefers fashionably late, dramatic entrances." Xander rolled his eyes as he said this. I smirked at him.
"Ha," I rebuffed, "don't poke fun too much, you end up falling for her!" Xander looked scandalized, Willow's eyes were wide with shock, and Oz's face reflected amusement.
"Only in your dimension, darling," Xander managed.
I burst out laughing, not able to keep a straight face any longer. "Just do me a favor. Stay away from the broom closets, okay?" He raised an eyebrow. Willow perked up.
"Hey, guess what! They're holding a karaoke contest here tonight!" she told us. Oz shook his head.
"They really need to get some real music here, dude," he muttered. I laughed.
"Hey, I never said I was doing the singing thing, so don't complain!" I retorted.
"Oh, come on, you can't be that bad," Oz reassured me.
"Yeah," Willow chimed in. "I mean, look at Xander."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, but it's true, I mean, when it comes to the sing-age, you're no Justin Timberlake," Willow replied.
"Timberlake can sing?" I asked.
Oz grinned. "I love this girl. She's got taste."
"Fine, I sing...That'll be a shocker for Sunnydale. Buffy can cut loose once in a while, instead of always being all 'oooh, spooky scary stuff.' And I'll even one up a certain stuck-up cheerleader. You guys seen 'Moulin Rouge'?" I decided.
"Ewan McGregor is a hottie!"
"Yeah, I always fall for the guys that can sing. My downfall in high school. Total grr. Anyway...Oz, who's in charge of the music?" He nodded towards the DJ.
"Toad. Talk to him, he pretty much has...everything."
"Alright, I'll be back in a few."
I walked onto the dance floor amidst all the couples and jealous glares of the girls. So this was how Cordelia feels most of the time. Well, on with the show, I thought. I had remembered a lip synch routine my sorority had put together my freshman year at college. I knew the words to that song backwards and forwards, so actually singing it would be no problem. We talked for a few minutes, and he said to come back up in about a half hour, once others had the chance to go. I sauntered back towards the Scoobies.
"Just what do you think you're doing in that outfit?" Cordelia Chase snapped, stepping haughtily in front of me. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, please, grow up," I responded, bored.
"No, I mean, totally, trying to be like me, that is so pathetic!" she continued.
"First off, if I was copying, my butt would look a lot bigger, more like yours." She gasped. "And secondly, if you really would like to know, you butt does really look big. By the way, is your hair supposed to look like that, or did Dorothy just drop a house on you?" I turned on my heel and started to walk away.
"Hold up, Buffy Summers." I stopped and turned, arms crossed. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Xander and the others rising from their seats, taking notice of the action.
"You cannot just walk in here one night and go all postal on me and expect to get away with it." I raised an eyebrow. "You have to pay. Or at least, attempt to." Inside I was laughing gleefully.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Only if you're up to it." Her face was set.
"Fine, my terms. Sing. You think you're all that, get up there and prove it," I said, nodding my head at the stage. Cordy was harmless. I knew that from all the shows I'd seen. But she still pissed me off. And, in a way, this was payback to everyone that screwed with me in high school. Okay, so maybe this wasn't what Giles had in mind. I knew that too. But I'd deal with all that later. For now, I wanted to have fun, and maybe stir up some trouble. Did it matter? As I've said before, Joss could handle it.
So here we were. Cordelia Chase and Brooke Kaminski, well, Buffy Summers, facing off. Go figure.
Cordy bit her bottom lip, eyes narrowed. Her confidence faltered for a split second.
"You're on! Ladies first,"she hissed, stalking up to Toad.
I beamed.
"Score one for the blonde," I muttered, walking back to Xander. All three looked at me, shocked. I looked at them innocently. "What?"
"Giles is going to kill you. Inconspicuous, remember?" Willow reprimanded me.
"Oh, come on. I'm just having fun. You'll enjoy it, trust me. Look, Cordy's starting her show now." We all turned and moved towards the front of the room, by the stage.
She cleared her throat. "This song has a special dedication," she simpered, glancing down at me. Her eyes searched the crowd for something. I followed her gaze back. Standing in a darkened corner, in the very back, was Angel. The first strains of music started, and Cordelia affected her pose.
Xander groaned. "Shoot me now. Cordy cannot sing. Especially not to Sarah McLachlan."
"'Angel'," Willow said softly, glancing at me, gauging my reaction. I smirked. I looked back at Angel again, his face a mask, staring at me. I smiled softly at him. The show I was about to put on would surprise everybody. Good, I loved keeping people on their toes. Even if Buffy didn't. Time to live my way, until I could get my life back.
The song ended, much to the satisfaction of the crowd. She curtsied and stepped down from the stage amidst applause and a few cheers. I pursed my lips smugly.
"Watch this." I alighted the stage easily, showing as much leg as possible.
"Are you ready, Sunnydale?" I asked, my voice low, husky. There were a few whistles and cheers. So no one had ever seen this side of Buffy before. Too bad Faith wasn't here. Toad started the sound. I struck a pose,
"The French are glad to die for love...
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand but it
Won't pay the rental on your humble flat,
Or help you feed your grr pussycat!
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't lose their shape,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
I danced around the stage, posing and doing the moves I'd worked on back at school.
....Tiffany's!.....Cartier!....
"'Cause we are living in a material world,
And I am a material girl!
I moved backwards on the stage, wiggling my fingers towards myself.
"Come and get me, boys!
"Black-star, Ross-call,
Talk to me, Sunnydale, tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time when a hot-boiled employer thinks you're awful nice,
But get that ice or else no dice!
He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Let's make love...oh...yes...yes...aiai!...tiger! Ole!
Everything's going so well!
Cause that's when those louses go home to their spouses,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!"
I finished with a flourish as the music ended. Immediate catcalls and cheers and applause erupted. Willow looked scandalized. Oz was amused, impressed. And Xander...well, Xander, along with most of the guys in the Bronze, was practically drooling. I hopped off the stage. Cordelia was no where in sight. I glanced to the back. Angel stood watching me, wearing the same impassive mask. He gave me a small smile, then backed out of the place.
"Wow, Brooke, that was...that was..." Xander started.
"You've obviously had a lot of music in your life. Very good stage presence," Oz commented.
"Willow?" I asked, suddenly afraid that I'd come off too slutty. Maybe Anna was right...I shook my head hard.
Willow appeared to be searching for the right words to say. Then she came up with something no one expected.
"Can you teach me how to be like that?" Oz's grin grew.
"I'm up for that!"
"Xander...what did you think?" I questioned. He threw his arms around me and pulled me close.
"Mine," he said, his eyes twinkling. And then he kissed me. We pulled apart, and then there was a tap on my shoulder.
Cordelia stood there, arms folded, toe tapping.
"Well, congratulations," she spoke, venom lacing her voice. "Too bad you have such a lack of life that all you do is choreograph moves to songs."
"Sorry, sister, to disappoint you, but my sor-sister, well, cousin, but she's like a sister, and I worked on that last year with Ewan McGregor for her high school. He's a sweet guy."
"Yeah, well, we'll see how good you look back at school," she retorted. She turned around and stalked out of the building.
I smiled.
"Well, I think that's enough damage done here for one night. Anyone up for ice cream?" I suggested sunnily.
"Come on in, the door's open!" I called down. I heard the door open and then footsteps on the stairs. Something wasn't right; that didn't sound like Xander bounding up the stairs. These steps were slower, more methodical. My pulse quickened and I instinctively grabbed a stake. My free hand flew up to the gold cross around my neck. The door opened and I saw a blond head peer around it.
"Spike," I growled.
"Ah, good, Slayer, you're home. Thanks ever so kindly for inviting me in-" His eyes traveled up and down my body.
"Can it! I thought you were...someone else." I raised the stake.
"Please! I could have killed you already, easily. Especially since you aren't really the Slayer," he said lightly.
"I...how..." I forced myself to regain composure. Sure, if Angel knew, of course Spike would know. "I may not be totally Buffy, but that doesn't mean I can't still kick some major vampire-"
"Yes, yes, all very well," Spike muttered impatiently. "I'm not here to fight. Keep babbling and that might change. Dru sent me."
"Dru?"
"Yes, Drusilla."
"I know who she is, duh! What does she want?"
"To warn you. Bring the Slayer back or Sunnydale goes to Hell," he told me.
"It's halfway there already. Hello, hellmouth? Besides, wouldn't you and Dru just love that to happen, for Buffy to be gone?"
"It's disrupting a balance of some sort. I think that's what Dru was jabbering about after her vision. So if Buffy doesn't return soon, we all go to Hell. Have a nice day, love," Spike said. I stood in shock for a moment, then turned and raced out after him.
"Wait!" I shouted as Spike reached the shadows in the front yard.
"I love your hair like that, Slayer. Makes me want to come closer for a little bite...or two..." He took one step towards me, amusement lighting his features.
"I'd kill you if Dawn didn't need you in a couple of years." I left him staring at me, puzzled, as I closed and locked the door. I raced upstairs to change my hair from the sleek updo. In moments, I had half of Buffy's blond locks cascading in curls down my back, the rest gathered. The doorbell rang. I hurried back down the stairs to get the door. When I opened, Xander stood there, his mouth dropped open in an appreciative gape.
"W-wow..." he said, hushed. I smiled.
"Well, don't just stand there, kiss me already." That got his attention. A few minutes later, we broke our passionate embrace.
"Ready?" Xander asked huskily. I snatched up my purse and we left for the Bronze.
"So how was the rest of your afternoon?" I asked him quickly, before he could ask about mine. I hated to lie to him, so I figured I'd just avoid the subject. He started talking about his trip to the mall arcade with Oz and Willow. I tried my best to be attentive, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the dream and Angel and Drusilla's warning.
What if Dru were right? What if her vision came to be, and everything in Sunnydale erupted, all because of me? Because of my cowardice? I shuddered. Imagine your high school experience being the reason for you ending another universe. It wasn't my fault...
"And without Buffy here right now, Will and I are going nuts. I mean, she's our supplier and our stash is already really low..." Xander talked.
"Mmm-hmm," I answered absently.
"After the Bronze, Oz and I thought we might get you and Willow to go back to your place and try an orgy..." he continued.
"Me and Willow...sure-What?" My head snapped up. Xander chuckled.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up." I gave him a small smile. "Hey, what's wrong?" I took a breath, trying to decide whether or not I should tell him about everything. I began to wish that Buffy were here. But if she were, I wouldn't have to worry about any of this. I decided to lie for now.
"Um, just tired. Haven't quite woken up from my nap earlier. Sorry, I'll try to be more attentive." I avoided looking him in the eye, concentrating on the Bronze up ahead.
"This is the Bronze, right?" I asked, cheerfully.
"Yeah...the Bronze," he confirmed, still eyeing me. He put his hand on my back and led me in. I glanced around. True to its television form in every way. Except not a set. I noticed that Cordelia obviously wasn't here; I was getting way too many stares and catcalls. Xander's face relaxed.
"Yes, this is Buffy Summers and yes, I, Xander Harris, am her boyfriend and date for the evening. Mine, back off, thank you, excuse us." I giggled and rolled my eyes at him.
"Come on," I pouted, "let me have a little fun." He looked wounded.
"Hey, what fun is that for me if every other guy in here is all over you?"
"Well...it's something I haven't experienced in quite awhile," I said almost inaudibly. He looked at me quizzically, but I shrugged and kept on walking.
"Look, there's Oz and Willow." I pointed to a dimly lit corner that had two small sofas. The couple was sitting and chatting quietly while holding hands.
"Hi, guys! What took you so long?" Willow asked excitedly.
"Just...took our time coming over, that's all," I answered, gazing out at the crowd.
"Yeah, took some time dealing with space-cadet here," Xander added, looking pointedly at me. I ignored the jab and continued scanning the crowd. I don't know why I was keyed up tonight. I could remember nights back in high school where I thrived on being the center of attention.
"Where's Cordelia?" I wondered. Willow shrugged.
"She'll be here. Cordy prefers fashionably late, dramatic entrances." Xander rolled his eyes as he said this. I smirked at him.
"Ha," I rebuffed, "don't poke fun too much, you end up falling for her!" Xander looked scandalized, Willow's eyes were wide with shock, and Oz's face reflected amusement.
"Only in your dimension, darling," Xander managed.
I burst out laughing, not able to keep a straight face any longer. "Just do me a favor. Stay away from the broom closets, okay?" He raised an eyebrow. Willow perked up.
"Hey, guess what! They're holding a karaoke contest here tonight!" she told us. Oz shook his head.
"They really need to get some real music here, dude," he muttered. I laughed.
"Hey, I never said I was doing the singing thing, so don't complain!" I retorted.
"Oh, come on, you can't be that bad," Oz reassured me.
"Yeah," Willow chimed in. "I mean, look at Xander."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, but it's true, I mean, when it comes to the sing-age, you're no Justin Timberlake," Willow replied.
"Timberlake can sing?" I asked.
Oz grinned. "I love this girl. She's got taste."
"Fine, I sing...That'll be a shocker for Sunnydale. Buffy can cut loose once in a while, instead of always being all 'oooh, spooky scary stuff.' And I'll even one up a certain stuck-up cheerleader. You guys seen 'Moulin Rouge'?" I decided.
"Ewan McGregor is a hottie!"
"Yeah, I always fall for the guys that can sing. My downfall in high school. Total grr. Anyway...Oz, who's in charge of the music?" He nodded towards the DJ.
"Toad. Talk to him, he pretty much has...everything."
"Alright, I'll be back in a few."
I walked onto the dance floor amidst all the couples and jealous glares of the girls. So this was how Cordelia feels most of the time. Well, on with the show, I thought. I had remembered a lip synch routine my sorority had put together my freshman year at college. I knew the words to that song backwards and forwards, so actually singing it would be no problem. We talked for a few minutes, and he said to come back up in about a half hour, once others had the chance to go. I sauntered back towards the Scoobies.
"Just what do you think you're doing in that outfit?" Cordelia Chase snapped, stepping haughtily in front of me. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, please, grow up," I responded, bored.
"No, I mean, totally, trying to be like me, that is so pathetic!" she continued.
"First off, if I was copying, my butt would look a lot bigger, more like yours." She gasped. "And secondly, if you really would like to know, you butt does really look big. By the way, is your hair supposed to look like that, or did Dorothy just drop a house on you?" I turned on my heel and started to walk away.
"Hold up, Buffy Summers." I stopped and turned, arms crossed. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Xander and the others rising from their seats, taking notice of the action.
"You cannot just walk in here one night and go all postal on me and expect to get away with it." I raised an eyebrow. "You have to pay. Or at least, attempt to." Inside I was laughing gleefully.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Only if you're up to it." Her face was set.
"Fine, my terms. Sing. You think you're all that, get up there and prove it," I said, nodding my head at the stage. Cordy was harmless. I knew that from all the shows I'd seen. But she still pissed me off. And, in a way, this was payback to everyone that screwed with me in high school. Okay, so maybe this wasn't what Giles had in mind. I knew that too. But I'd deal with all that later. For now, I wanted to have fun, and maybe stir up some trouble. Did it matter? As I've said before, Joss could handle it.
So here we were. Cordelia Chase and Brooke Kaminski, well, Buffy Summers, facing off. Go figure.
Cordy bit her bottom lip, eyes narrowed. Her confidence faltered for a split second.
"You're on! Ladies first,"she hissed, stalking up to Toad.
I beamed.
"Score one for the blonde," I muttered, walking back to Xander. All three looked at me, shocked. I looked at them innocently. "What?"
"Giles is going to kill you. Inconspicuous, remember?" Willow reprimanded me.
"Oh, come on. I'm just having fun. You'll enjoy it, trust me. Look, Cordy's starting her show now." We all turned and moved towards the front of the room, by the stage.
She cleared her throat. "This song has a special dedication," she simpered, glancing down at me. Her eyes searched the crowd for something. I followed her gaze back. Standing in a darkened corner, in the very back, was Angel. The first strains of music started, and Cordelia affected her pose.
Xander groaned. "Shoot me now. Cordy cannot sing. Especially not to Sarah McLachlan."
"'Angel'," Willow said softly, glancing at me, gauging my reaction. I smirked. I looked back at Angel again, his face a mask, staring at me. I smiled softly at him. The show I was about to put on would surprise everybody. Good, I loved keeping people on their toes. Even if Buffy didn't. Time to live my way, until I could get my life back.
The song ended, much to the satisfaction of the crowd. She curtsied and stepped down from the stage amidst applause and a few cheers. I pursed my lips smugly.
"Watch this." I alighted the stage easily, showing as much leg as possible.
"Are you ready, Sunnydale?" I asked, my voice low, husky. There were a few whistles and cheers. So no one had ever seen this side of Buffy before. Too bad Faith wasn't here. Toad started the sound. I struck a pose,
"The French are glad to die for love...
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand but it
Won't pay the rental on your humble flat,
Or help you feed your grr pussycat!
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't lose their shape,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
I danced around the stage, posing and doing the moves I'd worked on back at school.
....Tiffany's!.....Cartier!....
"'Cause we are living in a material world,
And I am a material girl!
I moved backwards on the stage, wiggling my fingers towards myself.
"Come and get me, boys!
"Black-star, Ross-call,
Talk to me, Sunnydale, tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time when a hot-boiled employer thinks you're awful nice,
But get that ice or else no dice!
He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Let's make love...oh...yes...yes...aiai!...tiger! Ole!
Everything's going so well!
Cause that's when those louses go home to their spouses,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!"
I finished with a flourish as the music ended. Immediate catcalls and cheers and applause erupted. Willow looked scandalized. Oz was amused, impressed. And Xander...well, Xander, along with most of the guys in the Bronze, was practically drooling. I hopped off the stage. Cordelia was no where in sight. I glanced to the back. Angel stood watching me, wearing the same impassive mask. He gave me a small smile, then backed out of the place.
"Wow, Brooke, that was...that was..." Xander started.
"You've obviously had a lot of music in your life. Very good stage presence," Oz commented.
"Willow?" I asked, suddenly afraid that I'd come off too slutty. Maybe Anna was right...I shook my head hard.
Willow appeared to be searching for the right words to say. Then she came up with something no one expected.
"Can you teach me how to be like that?" Oz's grin grew.
"I'm up for that!"
"Xander...what did you think?" I questioned. He threw his arms around me and pulled me close.
"Mine," he said, his eyes twinkling. And then he kissed me. We pulled apart, and then there was a tap on my shoulder.
Cordelia stood there, arms folded, toe tapping.
"Well, congratulations," she spoke, venom lacing her voice. "Too bad you have such a lack of life that all you do is choreograph moves to songs."
"Sorry, sister, to disappoint you, but my sor-sister, well, cousin, but she's like a sister, and I worked on that last year with Ewan McGregor for her high school. He's a sweet guy."
"Yeah, well, we'll see how good you look back at school," she retorted. She turned around and stalked out of the building.
I smiled.
"Well, I think that's enough damage done here for one night. Anyone up for ice cream?" I suggested sunnily.