Dance, Dance

Author's Note: Another attempt, Molly being out of character, listening to J-Pop.. What's wrong with the woman?

Still racking my brain for a serious storyline. It's not coming up; figures. Well, I can continue this and contribute more to the Threshold section, but who knows how long I can keep this up without running dry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Threshold (but isn't that so obvious?), but I do enjoy it.

"Whoah, yeah! Uh-huh.. Dance to the left, dance to the right!"

Molly Caffrey twirled around in front of her mirror while her stereo blasted a song by a very popular J-Rock group; it was something she'd picked up on her last trip to Japan, and while she thought it was some of the most bizarre music she'd ever heard, it grew on here real quick.

"Got to shed some of those doughnut love-handles. Whoah, yeah! Uh-huh. Jump to the left, jump to the right!"

She twirled some more before stopping dead in her tracks; her lungs felt like they were on fire, her body was a little weak; this is what she got for slacking off on exercise. Cavennaugh had a tendency to tease her about her new-found weight, and while she liked his attention, it also embarrassed her beyond comprehension, which was so strange because she felt like she was in control of her own mind at times. Well, maybe not today.

"If I could speak Japanese, this would be easy listening. Hell, who cares. I like the sound of a hard guitar." She swung her head around and let her blackish-brown hair fly around her in a silky, dark aura. She smiled at herself in the mirror, turned another circle, and proceeded to look for another track on the cd.

"Lesse.. Hm.. Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about." She rocked back to and fro to the thudding bass and the screeching guitars, followed by a pretty, male chorus (which she didn't understand a lick of. Maybe she should get Ramsey to translate it for her), twirled around like a ballerina and hopped up and down, up and down, giggling like a little girl. Shouldn't have had so much sugar today.

Knock knock

Molly swung her head around in sudden panic. What the hell was that? She turned off the music to listen to the sound again. Nothing. One click, more thudding bass and screeching guitars, and Molly was spinning around again.

Knock knock

"What the hell was that?" she asked herself. "Hello? Is anyone there? Hm." She shrugged and continued.

Molly thrashed her head around, singing at the top of her lungs to a language she didn't know (and her singing sounded mostly garbled and seriously offkey), swung around and screamed at the sight of a man in her door.

"Hello Molly."

"CAVENNAUGH!" she yelled, feeling her face blush fiercely. "Why are you in my room..? YOU COULD HAVE KNOCKED."

Cavennaugh laughed at the pretty woman before him. "I did."

Molly felt like dying where she stood; how embarrassing. To think she made a fool out of herself in front of the man she had a severe crush on!

Author's Outro: She's acting like a highschool girl; very OOC. Whatever she's on, I'd like to try some of it (sugar).