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Linda turned back to Carl. “Hey, big guy, I'm itching for a dance. How about it?” Glancing back, she added, “You don't mind, do you, Judy?”
“I'll dance in a while. I have a drink to finish first.You two have fun.”
Carl winked at Pete. Linda loves to dance.” He lead Linda onto the dance floor and slipped his arms around her waist.
Pete perched on the vacated stool beside Judy. “They make a lovely couple out there, don't they,” he said to her, nodding towards Carl and Linda,who were cutting a rug. “And while they're dancing, Linda can't persuade me to. Carl said she'd try.”
“Oh. Yes, they dance well, I was watching. So what have you got against dancing, Pete?”
Judy wasn't really concentrating on her conversation with him, and surprised herself in saying to him, “Come on, Pete, what about you and me showing them how it's done. I'll show you that dancing is nothing to be frightened of.”
Pete tried his hardest to resist, but this time Judy was insistent.
“Aw come on Pete, you chicken or something? The lady in the red cocktail dress needs a dancing partner.”
“Hahaha! Well, with that kind of statement, how can I resist.”Pete gave Judy a quick peck on the cheek, saying, “C'mon then, pretty lady, before I change my mind.”
“Come on then sugar. Lead on."
Judy took his hand, but tripped as she got off her seat, almost falling into his arms.
“Hey, steady on tiger, are you usually this forward?” laughed Pete.
Judy started giggling and grasped hold of Pete's arms in order to steady herself. “I'm sorry, I've had a few drinks tonight and am a bit unsteady on my feet. Still, I did say we'd dance ...”
“Well, don't worry, I'll hold on to you,” Pete replied.
“I'll dance in a while. I have a drink to finish first.You two have fun.”
Carl winked at Pete. Linda loves to dance.” He lead Linda onto the dance floor and slipped his arms around her waist.
Pete perched on the vacated stool beside Judy. “They make a lovely couple out there, don't they,” he said to her, nodding towards Carl and Linda,who were cutting a rug. “And while they're dancing, Linda can't persuade me to. Carl said she'd try.”
“Oh. Yes, they dance well, I was watching. So what have you got against dancing, Pete?”
Judy wasn't really concentrating on her conversation with him, and surprised herself in saying to him, “Come on, Pete, what about you and me showing them how it's done. I'll show you that dancing is nothing to be frightened of.”
Pete tried his hardest to resist, but this time Judy was insistent.
“Aw come on Pete, you chicken or something? The lady in the red cocktail dress needs a dancing partner.”
“Hahaha! Well, with that kind of statement, how can I resist.”Pete gave Judy a quick peck on the cheek, saying, “C'mon then, pretty lady, before I change my mind.”
“Come on then sugar. Lead on."
Judy took his hand, but tripped as she got off her seat, almost falling into his arms.
“Hey, steady on tiger, are you usually this forward?” laughed Pete.
Judy started giggling and grasped hold of Pete's arms in order to steady herself. “I'm sorry, I've had a few drinks tonight and am a bit unsteady on my feet. Still, I did say we'd dance ...”
“Well, don't worry, I'll hold on to you,” Pete replied.
