Post by orinocoflow on Nov 8, 2010 10:25:18 GMT -5
Damien plunked down next to Paul, a sour expression on his face. He looked out at the dance floor and then, with a wistful sigh, lay his head down on his arm on the table.
“You okay?” asked Paul, eyeing him over the rim of his glass. They were in a restaurant that had a dance floor inside after a long day off. So far, Paul had only caught glimpses of his friends, preferring to stay to the side, but from what he had seen of Damien’s dancing, he could not believe how he even got a partner.
Damien looked up sadly and shrugged listlessly. “I was dancing with this girl and then she left in the middle of a song. And I was just getting down to me best moves!”
Paul took another sip, hiding a grin, and when he looked up, he was absolutely serious.
“Well, maybe sometimes you should pay attention when Sharon is trying to teach us to dance, you know,” he said, dead pan. “Those moves may come in handy on the dance floor.”
“But she just walked off!” exclaimed Damien, distraught, apparently oblivious to what Paul had just told him. And then it hit him and he scowled up at him. “Yeah right, I am definitely going to get a date by doing a jig,” he snorted.
Paul stood up. “In that case, pay attention as I show you how to dance.” Ignoring the even louder snort from his friend, he walked out to the sideline until he saw a pretty young woman dancing by herself near the edge, apparently not to sure that anyone was even seeing her.
Smiling, he gently laid a hand on her arm. “May I have this next dance with you?” he asked, flashing a genuine smile, his blue eyes sparkling. As a spirited tango came up, he grinned broader, and the shy woman smiled, taking his arm and let him lead her out to the floor.
Damien stared in astonishment as Paul and the girl danced beautifully, and he couldn’t help but be transfixed by the subtle, skilled moves flow out as the tenor glided across the floor with his partner as if this was all he ever did in life. As the tempo went up, so did the complication of the movements, and pretty soon the floor was cleared except for the two of them. With a flourish perfectly in time to the music, Paul dipped the young woman deeply, a secret smile on his face. While the audience broke out into appreciative applause, they bowed and then Paul led her over to Damien, who was still gaping.
The young woman excused herself for a moment, leaving the two guys alone.
“So, see how easy that was?” Paul said with a smile. Damien nodded mutely, and then focused on something over Paul’s shoulder; his eyebrows shot up and he glanced at Paul.
“There is a reason why I got into the finals for Jigs and Reels,” said the tenor, his eyes glowing.
“And also a reason why you lost and only got third place,” said Ryan, sailing past with a pretty young woman in a waltz.
The same pretty young woman Paul had just won the dance floor with.
She smiled at him, but then, shrugging gracefully, laced her arm with Ryan’s and the two of them disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.
Paul stared at them, and then plunked down next to Damien, his eyes no longer holding their triumphant gleam. With a wistful sigh not unlike Damien’s only a few minutes before, he leaned back and glanced at his friend.
“On second thought, go ask Ryan for tips on getting women, and then go to George to figure out how to keep them. Leave me for the heartache therapy after it all falls apart.”
THE END
Well? What do you think?
“You okay?” asked Paul, eyeing him over the rim of his glass. They were in a restaurant that had a dance floor inside after a long day off. So far, Paul had only caught glimpses of his friends, preferring to stay to the side, but from what he had seen of Damien’s dancing, he could not believe how he even got a partner.
Damien looked up sadly and shrugged listlessly. “I was dancing with this girl and then she left in the middle of a song. And I was just getting down to me best moves!”
Paul took another sip, hiding a grin, and when he looked up, he was absolutely serious.
“Well, maybe sometimes you should pay attention when Sharon is trying to teach us to dance, you know,” he said, dead pan. “Those moves may come in handy on the dance floor.”
“But she just walked off!” exclaimed Damien, distraught, apparently oblivious to what Paul had just told him. And then it hit him and he scowled up at him. “Yeah right, I am definitely going to get a date by doing a jig,” he snorted.
Paul stood up. “In that case, pay attention as I show you how to dance.” Ignoring the even louder snort from his friend, he walked out to the sideline until he saw a pretty young woman dancing by herself near the edge, apparently not to sure that anyone was even seeing her.
Smiling, he gently laid a hand on her arm. “May I have this next dance with you?” he asked, flashing a genuine smile, his blue eyes sparkling. As a spirited tango came up, he grinned broader, and the shy woman smiled, taking his arm and let him lead her out to the floor.
Damien stared in astonishment as Paul and the girl danced beautifully, and he couldn’t help but be transfixed by the subtle, skilled moves flow out as the tenor glided across the floor with his partner as if this was all he ever did in life. As the tempo went up, so did the complication of the movements, and pretty soon the floor was cleared except for the two of them. With a flourish perfectly in time to the music, Paul dipped the young woman deeply, a secret smile on his face. While the audience broke out into appreciative applause, they bowed and then Paul led her over to Damien, who was still gaping.
The young woman excused herself for a moment, leaving the two guys alone.
“So, see how easy that was?” Paul said with a smile. Damien nodded mutely, and then focused on something over Paul’s shoulder; his eyebrows shot up and he glanced at Paul.
“There is a reason why I got into the finals for Jigs and Reels,” said the tenor, his eyes glowing.
“And also a reason why you lost and only got third place,” said Ryan, sailing past with a pretty young woman in a waltz.
The same pretty young woman Paul had just won the dance floor with.
She smiled at him, but then, shrugging gracefully, laced her arm with Ryan’s and the two of them disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.
Paul stared at them, and then plunked down next to Damien, his eyes no longer holding their triumphant gleam. With a wistful sigh not unlike Damien’s only a few minutes before, he leaned back and glanced at his friend.
“On second thought, go ask Ryan for tips on getting women, and then go to George to figure out how to keep them. Leave me for the heartache therapy after it all falls apart.”
THE END
Well? What do you think?