random dialogueness
Just in case anyone does read these, ever, here's some random dialogue that probably won't turn into an actual story.
"I don't know if it's the moonlight in your eyes or the moonshine in mine, but I think I love you."
"Isn't that a country song?"
"Let's dance, big boy."
I did what I'm sure any red-blooded American male would have done in my place-- I fell into his arms.
"Do you come here often?" He purred.
"Not if I can help it. Harry invited me, what can you do?"
"I'm just wild about Harry..." He sang. Then he hummed. Then he changed the subject. "Do you know what those insects we keep hearing are?"
"No. Oddly enough, Southwestern Asia and Northeastern America are vastly different both in flora and in fauna."
"Are you sure? I thought I saw a lobster yesterday. Wearing one of those big round hats?"
"Shouldn't you be talking about how blue my eyes are?" I demanded.
"Mm, they're very blue. And your smile is like sunshine and kittens. Now don't I get complimented, too?"
"Only when I get to lead."
"But I'm taller!" He whined.
"Then suck it up and tell me I'm pretty."
"The prettiest. Fine, you lead, but I wanna hear about my blond curls in the moonlight!"
I led. "Your blond curls in the moonlight inflame my passions like the local plant life inflames my skin. I can see it now, you and the moon... You wear a necktie so I can recognize you."
"Hey, cut it out, nice guy, I was nice about yours."
"Your gams are to die for." I murmured coyly.
"They *are* nice, aren't they?"
"Very. I've told you about your cute knees before, haven't I?"
"Yes. Although it was neither the time nor the place."
"There's a time and a place?"
"Well... it wasn't the time. I guess it was the place."
"Here, put your head on my shoulder."
"I can't, I'll get a crick in my neck!" He protested.
"Okay, okay, you lead again."
He did. I put my head on his shoulder.
"You dance divinely, my dear."
"Thank you, I--" Only before I could finish what was no doubt a supremely witty bon mot to be repeated at parties for years to come, the door flew open.
Well, swung open. Normally. But 'flew' is so much more dramatic. Anyway, it stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Oh, what are you degenerates doing now?"
I looked at him. He looked at me. The obvious answer was 'dancing', but even *I* was getting tired of glibly pointing out the obvious.
So we kissed.
And I mean *spectacularly*.
Yup.
Pretty spectacular.
It's funny, because despite the dancing and the sweet-talking, we never intended for this to happen.
I think.
Well. Hardly matters now.
Part of my brain was conscious enough to register one last sputtered 'degenerates', and the door flew shut again.
We went back to dancing. Why not?
---/-/---
Actually, that might be a whole story in itself after all... in which case, FIN
=^_^=
Anne
"I don't know if it's the moonlight in your eyes or the moonshine in mine, but I think I love you."
"Isn't that a country song?"
"Let's dance, big boy."
I did what I'm sure any red-blooded American male would have done in my place-- I fell into his arms.
"Do you come here often?" He purred.
"Not if I can help it. Harry invited me, what can you do?"
"I'm just wild about Harry..." He sang. Then he hummed. Then he changed the subject. "Do you know what those insects we keep hearing are?"
"No. Oddly enough, Southwestern Asia and Northeastern America are vastly different both in flora and in fauna."
"Are you sure? I thought I saw a lobster yesterday. Wearing one of those big round hats?"
"Shouldn't you be talking about how blue my eyes are?" I demanded.
"Mm, they're very blue. And your smile is like sunshine and kittens. Now don't I get complimented, too?"
"Only when I get to lead."
"But I'm taller!" He whined.
"Then suck it up and tell me I'm pretty."
"The prettiest. Fine, you lead, but I wanna hear about my blond curls in the moonlight!"
I led. "Your blond curls in the moonlight inflame my passions like the local plant life inflames my skin. I can see it now, you and the moon... You wear a necktie so I can recognize you."
"Hey, cut it out, nice guy, I was nice about yours."
"Your gams are to die for." I murmured coyly.
"They *are* nice, aren't they?"
"Very. I've told you about your cute knees before, haven't I?"
"Yes. Although it was neither the time nor the place."
"There's a time and a place?"
"Well... it wasn't the time. I guess it was the place."
"Here, put your head on my shoulder."
"I can't, I'll get a crick in my neck!" He protested.
"Okay, okay, you lead again."
He did. I put my head on his shoulder.
"You dance divinely, my dear."
"Thank you, I--" Only before I could finish what was no doubt a supremely witty bon mot to be repeated at parties for years to come, the door flew open.
Well, swung open. Normally. But 'flew' is so much more dramatic. Anyway, it stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Oh, what are you degenerates doing now?"
I looked at him. He looked at me. The obvious answer was 'dancing', but even *I* was getting tired of glibly pointing out the obvious.
So we kissed.
And I mean *spectacularly*.
Yup.
Pretty spectacular.
It's funny, because despite the dancing and the sweet-talking, we never intended for this to happen.
I think.
Well. Hardly matters now.
Part of my brain was conscious enough to register one last sputtered 'degenerates', and the door flew shut again.
We went back to dancing. Why not?
---/-/---
Actually, that might be a whole story in itself after all... in which case, FIN
=^_^=
Anne