Dancing
Author's Note: This isn't actually one of the prompts. We get five writer's choice blanks, and I'm using one on Dancing. This continues in the same vein as the last drabble, also inspired by Daft Punk, "Digital Love." Enjoi.
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The song playing over the airport terminal intercom was disturbingly peppy. The tune was bouncy and people who'd never heard the song before found themselves smiling. Music is an international language.
Sun was surprised to remember the odd little French techno-pop. She smiled a bit to herself, it had been a long time since she'd heard it. The last time was…she pondered…it was actually one of Jin and hers last dates before they were married. They'd gone dancing. With a flash, it all came flooding back into Sun's mind; that odd dream he'd had of her that prompted the dancing.
Quietly, Sun leaned over to her left and told her husband, "Why don't you play the game?"
Jin came out of his trance and smiled a little. It had been a long time since he'd really smiled. But he shook his head a moment later, back to his serious mode. "We have no time for games," he scolded, and ushered his wife onto the airplane. Flight 815 was waiting.