[ The music pulses around them like an electric heartbeat. You and me and a hundred other people, he thinks wryly to himself. ]
Seems like we're dancing to a different song than the rest of them, anyway.
[ Joking, just a bit. He shouldn't complain though, he's keeping up well enough now and he's yet to stomp on Sam's feet - which is a feat, considering how little space is between them now. They aren't the only ones standing so close, hell - they've got a mile between them compared to a lot of the other couples.
From his perforated shields slip flickers of memory: smokey dance halls and frenetic movement, ladies perfume mingling with the scent of sweat. He's almost never at the center of it, but there's a familiar face - his dark hair sometimes slicked back, sometimes with a few strands falling loose over his forehead. Always with a partner, and two arms to hold her with. ]
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Seems like we're dancing to a different song than the rest of them, anyway.
[ Joking, just a bit. He shouldn't complain though, he's keeping up well enough now and he's yet to stomp on Sam's feet - which is a feat, considering how little space is between them now. They aren't the only ones standing so close, hell - they've got a mile between them compared to a lot of the other couples.
From his perforated shields slip flickers of memory: smokey dance halls and frenetic movement, ladies perfume mingling with the scent of sweat. He's almost never at the center of it, but there's a familiar face - his dark hair sometimes slicked back, sometimes with a few strands falling loose over his forehead. Always with a partner, and two arms to hold her with. ]