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"But I won't promise that I'm not going to dance with people."
He grinned. " It's a good song." *** "Is it?"
He pursed his lips. "We'll get out?"
"Fine, Mr. Boring. You can help me if I get drunk."
He didn't say anything, only following silently.
"I know, but you might as well enjoy the dancing and the fancy wine, yeah?"
He turned up the radio, raising his eyebrows at her. *** She laughed, moving to kiss him deeply. "I don't mind that."
He shook his head, a frown on his face as he followed.
She grabbed his arm. "You will dance with me eventually, right?'
"I just wanted to listen to music.." *** She looked down. "I did do that. "
He looked angry, shaking his head. "I plan on seeing my significant other again, and I'm going to fight for that pleasure."
She squeezed his hand, her head cocked. "I love you."
"This is not what I meant to happen!" *** She watched him, her eyes wide. "Yeah."
He gasped, pulling away immediately. "What the hell!?"
"I thought it would be," she teased.
"All because of a song?!" *** She raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Oh."
He sighed. "It's no problem."
"You're the only one," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Thats silly!" *** She glanced at him, fiddling with her necklace nervously. "I'm just kidding, okay?"
He nodded slightly. " It was.. hard for Poppy to let me do that."
