A.N. I have had this chapter written for ever. Actually, now that I think
about it, I am pretty sure I wrote it in Hebrew. I should probably start
paying more attention. My social life will probably be reflected in my
attempted portrayal of a club in this chapter. Forgive my ignorance.
Thanks to the reviewers. And since I can't keep everyone happy, their will be one, small, quasi-relationship. Anyway, I have been waiting for this for a while, so here we go.
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"I can't believe we are driving to this club Warrick." Said Sara from the cramped confines of the back of the Tahoe, "it must be all of what, two blocks away."
Warrick laughed and caught Nick's grin in the rear view mirror. "It's a matter of principle Sara."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Fine, next time, I drive and you can sit in the middle of the backseat."
The Tahoe pulled into a parking lot. Warrick found a spot and parked. The group exited the car, and made their way over to the door.
The club proved to have a simple layout; dance floor in the middle, surrounded by several tiers of tables. The waitress that seated them called Warrick by name, and took them to a table on the level closest to the dance floor. She left them with their menus, and returned in a few minutes with a jug of water, ready to take their order.
After everyone had ordered, they chatted amiably around the table, until the music changed. Greg, who happened to have been looking at Nick at the time, noticed a look of resolve in his friend's face, and was about to say something when he felt Warrick kick him under the table. Instead, he grinned. Heidi shot him a questioning look, and he mouthed "later" at her.
Nick swallowed. "Sara, would you like to dance."
She smiled, "Sure Nick."
He took her hand and the two of them moved off into the center of the dance floor.
"I can't believe this." Said Greg. "It is 8:30 in the morning, and the dance floor is still crowded."
"Hey, I warned you that it was 24 hours. Besides, I think they deserve a little privacy." Warrick shot back.
"If you were desperate, you could always go up a higher tier." Heidi said, a teasing note in her voice.
"No," said Greg, just a hint of a grin on his face "I think I like the view here."
***A little less conversation, a little more action, All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me. A little more bite, a little less bark, A little less fight and a little more spark Close your mouth and open up your heart, and baby satisfy me Satisfy me baby***
"Ah, Elvis" Warrick drawled.
Heidi laughed at the implication, and Greg craned his neck to see the dance floor.
"It's no good Greggo." Warrick told him. "I can't see them, and I am taller than you."
***Baby close your eyes and listen to the music Drifting through the summer breeze. It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it Come along with me, and put your mind at ease.***
There was a shift of bodies on the dance floor, and for a few lines of the song, the trio at the table could see the dancers quite clearly.
"Now that's what I'd call dancing." Heidi quipped, winking at Greg, who blushed.
***Come on baby I'm tired of talking Grab your coat and lets start walking. Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on Don't procrastinate, don't articulate Girl it's getting late, getting upset waiting around.***
"Do you think they will?" Greg asked, trying to keep his amusement out of his voice and failing spectacularly.
Warrick rolled his eyes and was about to answer when the waitress showed up with their food. There was another flurry of activity on the dance floor, and when Greg stood up to wave Sara and Nick over to the table, he couldn't see them anymore. Warrick stood up beside him and scanned the dance floor. When he sat down again, he was grinning.
"Well," he said, reaching for the ketchup, and snagging Nick's abandoned bacon, "I guess that answers your question."
***A little less conversation, a little more action please All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me. A little more bite, little less bark A little less fight and a little more spark Shut your mouth and open up your heart, and baby satisfy me Satisfy me baby***
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Sara was laughing so hard she was surprised she was still capable of walking. One minute, she'd been happily, albeit very happily, dancing with Nick, and then he had whispered in her ear they should leave, and she had agreed. So they had waited until the crowd had placed itself between them and the three hawks at the table, and then made a run for it. She had told him that he was lucky she was still carrying her purse, and he replied that his keys were in his locker.
And so here she was, sitting in Nick's living room, while he made coffee to go along with their take out breakfast.
"You think Warrick'll mind us leaving like that?" she called through to him.
Nick entered the living room, balancing two cups of coffee and two TV tables. "He'll understand. Would you like to watch a movie?"
"Sure. Pick one."
Nick set down the coffee and the tables, and selected a movie at random, while Sara set up their breakfast. Nick came to sit on the couch, a fraction closer to her than she was expecting. He turned on the television, and began the movie.
"What are we watching?" Sara asked.
"Princess Bride. Have you ever seen it?"
"No." she replied.
"Oh my goodness, Sara you haven't lived. This is the best movie ever." Nick said, with his mouth full.
"Really. Well, I'll reserve judgement until after it is over." Sara said.
'Don't judge Sara, just watch and enjoy."
"Oh don't worry Nick, I will."
She shifter slightly on the couch, and gravity being the way it is, ended up even closer to Nick. Yes, she had every intention of enjoying this.
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A.N. "A Little Less Conversation" belongs to Elvis, or whatever that other group's name is, and I don't own the Princess Bride either. Although, I do maintain that it is the best movie of all time.
Thanks to the reviewers. And since I can't keep everyone happy, their will be one, small, quasi-relationship. Anyway, I have been waiting for this for a while, so here we go.
* * * * * * *
"I can't believe we are driving to this club Warrick." Said Sara from the cramped confines of the back of the Tahoe, "it must be all of what, two blocks away."
Warrick laughed and caught Nick's grin in the rear view mirror. "It's a matter of principle Sara."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Fine, next time, I drive and you can sit in the middle of the backseat."
The Tahoe pulled into a parking lot. Warrick found a spot and parked. The group exited the car, and made their way over to the door.
The club proved to have a simple layout; dance floor in the middle, surrounded by several tiers of tables. The waitress that seated them called Warrick by name, and took them to a table on the level closest to the dance floor. She left them with their menus, and returned in a few minutes with a jug of water, ready to take their order.
After everyone had ordered, they chatted amiably around the table, until the music changed. Greg, who happened to have been looking at Nick at the time, noticed a look of resolve in his friend's face, and was about to say something when he felt Warrick kick him under the table. Instead, he grinned. Heidi shot him a questioning look, and he mouthed "later" at her.
Nick swallowed. "Sara, would you like to dance."
She smiled, "Sure Nick."
He took her hand and the two of them moved off into the center of the dance floor.
"I can't believe this." Said Greg. "It is 8:30 in the morning, and the dance floor is still crowded."
"Hey, I warned you that it was 24 hours. Besides, I think they deserve a little privacy." Warrick shot back.
"If you were desperate, you could always go up a higher tier." Heidi said, a teasing note in her voice.
"No," said Greg, just a hint of a grin on his face "I think I like the view here."
***A little less conversation, a little more action, All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me. A little more bite, a little less bark, A little less fight and a little more spark Close your mouth and open up your heart, and baby satisfy me Satisfy me baby***
"Ah, Elvis" Warrick drawled.
Heidi laughed at the implication, and Greg craned his neck to see the dance floor.
"It's no good Greggo." Warrick told him. "I can't see them, and I am taller than you."
***Baby close your eyes and listen to the music Drifting through the summer breeze. It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it Come along with me, and put your mind at ease.***
There was a shift of bodies on the dance floor, and for a few lines of the song, the trio at the table could see the dancers quite clearly.
"Now that's what I'd call dancing." Heidi quipped, winking at Greg, who blushed.
***Come on baby I'm tired of talking Grab your coat and lets start walking. Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on Don't procrastinate, don't articulate Girl it's getting late, getting upset waiting around.***
"Do you think they will?" Greg asked, trying to keep his amusement out of his voice and failing spectacularly.
Warrick rolled his eyes and was about to answer when the waitress showed up with their food. There was another flurry of activity on the dance floor, and when Greg stood up to wave Sara and Nick over to the table, he couldn't see them anymore. Warrick stood up beside him and scanned the dance floor. When he sat down again, he was grinning.
"Well," he said, reaching for the ketchup, and snagging Nick's abandoned bacon, "I guess that answers your question."
***A little less conversation, a little more action please All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me. A little more bite, little less bark A little less fight and a little more spark Shut your mouth and open up your heart, and baby satisfy me Satisfy me baby***
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Sara was laughing so hard she was surprised she was still capable of walking. One minute, she'd been happily, albeit very happily, dancing with Nick, and then he had whispered in her ear they should leave, and she had agreed. So they had waited until the crowd had placed itself between them and the three hawks at the table, and then made a run for it. She had told him that he was lucky she was still carrying her purse, and he replied that his keys were in his locker.
And so here she was, sitting in Nick's living room, while he made coffee to go along with their take out breakfast.
"You think Warrick'll mind us leaving like that?" she called through to him.
Nick entered the living room, balancing two cups of coffee and two TV tables. "He'll understand. Would you like to watch a movie?"
"Sure. Pick one."
Nick set down the coffee and the tables, and selected a movie at random, while Sara set up their breakfast. Nick came to sit on the couch, a fraction closer to her than she was expecting. He turned on the television, and began the movie.
"What are we watching?" Sara asked.
"Princess Bride. Have you ever seen it?"
"No." she replied.
"Oh my goodness, Sara you haven't lived. This is the best movie ever." Nick said, with his mouth full.
"Really. Well, I'll reserve judgement until after it is over." Sara said.
'Don't judge Sara, just watch and enjoy."
"Oh don't worry Nick, I will."
She shifter slightly on the couch, and gravity being the way it is, ended up even closer to Nick. Yes, she had every intention of enjoying this.
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A.N. "A Little Less Conversation" belongs to Elvis, or whatever that other group's name is, and I don't own the Princess Bride either. Although, I do maintain that it is the best movie of all time.