Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ At her surprise, he looks sheepish and offers a quick, "Sorry." ]

It's mostly my mess, man. I really oughta be the one cleaning it up, so-- obligated in that way, yeah.

[phaselocknroll]

Hey, come on. Did I look put-out to be doing the cleaning a moment ago?

[ She offers him a small smile, but she's unable to stop the hint of color that rises to her cheeks again ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At that, he totally grins. ]

Yeah, about that. I thought you said you weren't a dancer?

[phaselocknroll]

I think you might want to get checked, because I'm pretty sure I caught that from you.

[nostalgiabomb]

Whoops. Guess I should've mentioned when we first started dating? It's highly contagious.

[phaselocknroll]

Look at what you've done to me Peter. I trusted you, and now here I am, dancing in the galley.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Somehow, the grin becomes even wider. ]

And singing.

Can't forget the singing.

[phaselocknroll]

Can you at least try to forget the singing?

[nostalgiabomb]

Why would I ever try to forget that? It was precious as hell.

[phaselocknroll]

It was not.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Because Peter is secretly five-years-old, ] It was too.

[phaselocknroll]

I was gonna invite you to come dance with me, but if you're going to keep bringing up my singing, then maybe I won't.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Puppy-dog eyes are go. ]

But I like your singing and your dancing.

[phaselocknroll]

Don't give me that look.

[ Must... resist... ]

[nostalgiabomb]

What are you talking about? This is how I normally look.

[ Totally still doing it. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ she tries valiantly to fix him with the most unimpressed look she can muster, but in the end, she crumbles under the puppy dog eyes ]

Fine. Come here.

But shoes and socks off first. I did just mop.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Yesssss, go 80% success rate. He grins as he kicks off his boots and socks, as directed, and walks over, avoiding the spots he can tell are still wet. ]

What're we dancin' to?

[phaselocknroll]

[ IMAGINE DRAGONS ]

Hm. I don't know. What are you in the mood for?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ runs weeping off into the night ]

Something you know all the words to. [ And he's still wearing a cheeky sort of grin. ]

[phaselocknroll]

You really want me to sing.

[ it's not really a question, but she sure sounds disbelieving anyway ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I like your voice. [ He says it plainly, no joking or irony or anything. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She wasn't sure he had any other ways to make her blush, but there she goes- bright red in an instant. ]

You uh. You know what they say about Sirens and singing.

[ She's not sure where she's going with that, really. Maybe as a last-ditch lame excuse. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs. ] I may have heard that rumor.

[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.

[phaselocknroll]

I dunno. This mop has some pretty good moves.

[ But she sets the mop aside and tugs her headphones out of the ECHO she's wearing on her waistband and sets them on the table. The last few bars of whatever song happened to be playing while they were talking play out of the device's speakers and fade, leading into the next song.

Her cheeks color again, because it's easily one of the cheesiest things she's got on her playlist, but it's as good as anything. She offers him a hand. ]

Shall we?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He listens to the song for a bit (and if he thinks it's cheesy, he definitely won't say anything -- he doesn't want to embarrass her into withdrawing), before taking her hand in his, placing the other on her hip. He moves them into a dance -- just a simple one, swaying in time with the music. ]

So, is this what you've been doing all those times you stayed behind to clean? Dance without me?