A/N: Because Lenora and Burgh would have the best sassy gay friendship ever.
Song is I Touch Myself, by Blondie.
It was at times like this that Lenora questioned why she was friends with someone who had both tacky taste in clothing and music.
"I don't want anybody else!"
Her eyebrows pinched up in the middle and she stifled a giggle at the man dancing around his studio, holding a paintbrush in one hand like a microphone and jerking his hips back and forth like Elvis. At least for now, his back was turned, and he wouldn't see her, so Lenora just enjoyed the show before her.
"When I think about you I touch myself! Oohhhwoohhh!"
She was secretly proud of his ability to match pitch for pitch when he had such a low voice to begin with. Burgh continued to jerk his hips and torso alternatively, first fast, then slow and languid as the chorus finished. He spun around and stopped short when he spied her standing in the doorway of his studio, grinned widely, and reached his arms out to her.
"Dance with me!"
She couldn't help but giggle at the image. Here stood a man wearing a too-baggy, paint-splattered smock, pinstriped pants that stuck out the bottom that didn't cover his ankles with wild and wavy brown hair tied back with a bandanna that was equally splattered with paint as his smock. And he was smiling radiantly as the song that was blasting on his stereo continued to play. When she didn't move fast enough, he ran forward and took her hands in his and skipped them in a circle, belting out alternate lines in the song with her.
"I love myself; I want you to love me!"
"When I feel down; I want you above me!"
"I search myself; I want you to find me!"
"I forget myself; I want you to remind me!"
Lenora's deep, resounding tones mixed with his spot-on and accurate ones when the chorus hit, and their spinning in circles with hands clasped stopped abruptly, much to her stomach's pleasure. Burgh held his paintbrush up to his mouth and his lungs almost put hers to shame as she grabbed a tube of bright purple paint and held it to her own mouth in imitation of him.
"I don't want anybody else!
When I think about you I touch myself!"
Burgh finished them up with an echoing "Oohhhwoohhh!" before collapsing against his friend, laughing almost as hard as her and panting even moreso. As the song ended, Burgh peeled himself away from her to turn the stereo down, and they finally resumed the ability to speak without it being jumbled up in laughter. He slung an arm around her waist (because Lenora was too tall for him to put it over her shoulder) and led her off to show off his newest painting and asked her if she thought it would be worth anything when another auction showed up in Castelia.
Lenora didn't even get to answer before another song came up after the commercials ended, one which made Burgh perk up once more and turn to her, eyes alight with the same glow they'd had only a couple of minutes prior. She grinned back and shook her head, and they both raised their respective, makeshift microphones, and Lenora wondered what kind of 90's station he could possibly be listening to.
"I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!"