Romy and Michele's High School Reuion
The music was loud now, not wafting out to the front of the house, but pushing forth like a tidal wave. The base was making the steps of the porch pulse, literally.
“You want to dance?” G. asked, with a glance over his shoulder and half smile.
“No.” Sam’s response was quick and definitive.
“Aw c’mon. It’s easy. I can teach you.”
She chuckled. Yeah, if he only knew.
“No, thanks, “
“No, I’m serious. I can teach you, real dancing. Not that stand and hug stuff.” G. grinned, stood and held out his hand for her.
She looked up at him, her head cocked. Sam studied him for a second with a smirk, making no attempt at reaching for his hand.
“I’ve been competing in Ballroom since I was ten.” She snorted with all the attitude of a pro dancer.
“Really?” The hand was withdrawn and G. grinned. Sam nodded.
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