D.A.N.C.E. spells giggling doom

[sime_channel]

After this a cheerfully anticipatory twosome makes it up to the room at the top of the stairs. Dinner is laid out on the desk, the chairs are shoved back, and Suzi asks,

"Alright, Whistler. What kind of music do you want for dancing to?"

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[dontlooklisten]

"Oh, nothing fancy," says Whistler. "Something upbeat. Calypso music can be pretty entertaining for that."

[sime_channel]

"I can do that." She informs him cheerfully, running her fingers over the CDs until she finds one she wants and slips it into the room's system, "Do you want to show me your dances first?"

[dontlooklisten]

"Nah. This'll work better together, I think," says Whistler.

It has been found that people of sufficiently stunning incompetence are incapable of judging exactly how awful they are at whatever it is.

This is the absolute truth.

ph34r.

[sime_channel]

Lots and lots of fear. Spelled in a variety of ways. Suzi, alas, is not so well informed. She nods, hits play and does a sort of slide-step as the music starts, turning so that she can watch him.