Prompt #7: Dance
Warren/Freeze Girl
Word Count: 168
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
"She looks like she's working on her shake-weight technique."
"And by that you mean…"
"Yeah by that I mean the way she's shaking her arms makes it look like she jacking off five invisible men at an odd rhythm."
"Not everyone is meant to dance."
"Like you."
"No, more like you."
"I wouldn't dance like that in front of other people."
"I know what you mean."
"Come on."
She held out a hand.
He raised a brow.
"Let's go grind all up on each other on the back porch."
He smiled and she brandished a new pack of cigarettes and while he knew the grinding thing was a joke and the smoke break was what she was talking about in the first place he was still a bit disappointed.
But with a cigarette in hand and a different radio set on the back steps playing Nat "King" Cole he spun her and smelled her hair as it pressed against his cheek and heard her hum in his ear.