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"Why Did I Ever Fall In Love With You?"
Extra points if it has cowboy boots, hairspray, pantyhose and a fire alarm.
She didn't like her cowboy boots. She didn't like going to this stupid bar. This was all Darcy's doing, and she really, really resented her for convincing her that this was a good idea.
But Jane was ready, and she looked herself over in the glass. She looked alright, not that she cared that much. It was a goddamn country bar.
Her bell rang.
She went to answer it.
"Jesus, Darcy. How much hairspray are you wearing to have your hair do that?"
"I don't want to talk about it. You ready?"
"Yeah…but you owe me big time."
And they left.
"I hate cowboy boots, Darcy," Jane whined as they walked.
"I don't want to do this, either, you know. Ian is so weird. He's British, and he likes country music. Isn't there some sort of scientific algorithm that proves that this is a genetic impossibility?"
Jane laughed.
They approached the bar.
There was music of a decidedly country nature emanating from inside.
The women sighed and entered.
"There he is, Jane…can you grab me a beer and meet me over there?"
"Oh, now I'm fetching drinks for you,too?"
"Look…stay for half an hour, and then you can go," she winked.
"Whatever," and Jane went to the bar. She situated herself onto a stool, and attempted to gain the keep's notice.
"You have a run in your pantyhose," came a deep voice carrying a British accent next to her.
"Excuse me?" Jane was affronted, and she turned.
Man. In black, head to toe, sporting a black cowboy hat. And he had nice eyes.
"Your pantyhose. They have a run," he guided her vision with his eyes to her legs.
Sure enough, there was a nice run that started somewhere under her skirt…
"Oh! Shit."
He laughed. "I wouldn't concern myself over it," and he drank his beer deeply.
"No…you like Johnny Cash?"
"Why?"
"Man in Black," and this time, Jane's eyes scanned the man's frame.
"I like black…I have no opinion on your reference."
She shrugged. "I'm Jane," and she held her hand out for him to shake.
"Loki," and he took it.
"So…do a lot of British guys like country music?"
He smirked and let go of her hand. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you're here, and my friend met her boyfriend here and he's British, too."
"I don't care for country music. I'm here for the beer."
Jane laughed. "Then what's with the hat?"
"It looks good," he paused. "Wouldn't you say?"
Jane considered him a moment. "Take it off."
And Loki's eyebrow cocked at her demanding tone, but he took it off, anyway.
Jane leaned back to gain a better look. "Mmm, no. I like it better off."
A song was heard emerging from the juke box. And Loki's gaze went to the machine. "Care to dance, Jane?"
"Ah…" she recognized it…that really sappy "Why Did I Ever Fall In Love With You?" song that Darcy often hummed. "Ok."
And Loki stood, took her hand, and led her to the dance floor.
He wrapped his right arm around her waist, and took her hand in his left.
And he guided her gracefully across the floor.
"You're a good dancer…" Jane smiled.
He shrugged. "Not terribly difficult to do."
She noticed that he as looking behind her, his eyes were focused…"Everything alright?" she asked, attempting to look at what Loki was staring at.
"Fine, why?"
And all of a sudden…the bell rang out.
A fire alarm.
And people began racing for the exits…
Jane looked hurriedly at Loki…"Come on!" and she pulled on his hand.
Instead, he grinned and pulled her close…
His hand tugged at her hair.
His mouth found hers…
And he kissed her soundly…long, and with fire…his other hand placed on the side of her face, and his tongue assaulting hers indelicately.
He pulled away.
Jane's eyes remained closed…
And when she opened them, he was gone…
"What do you mean he disappeared?" Darcy and Jane were walking home later.
"I mean, he kissed me and then he was gone…I don't even know…can someone just disappear?"
"Ah…no," Darcy smirked. "But I bet this means that you'll be coming with Ian and I next time…"
"Maybe…" and she grinned.