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Shut Up and Dance. 2/3
(Anonymous) 2012-06-04 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)“I drink,” he said, “Just not when I don't.”
“You've had too much already. Give me that---”
He stood, holding the bottle just over her head. That grin was suddenly a smirk.
“I've got a great idea,” he said, “You want the bottle? Come get it.”
She tried to count to ten. Drunk Boone was a new thing, an unnerving thing. How long had he been sitting in this room, drinking his way through her stash? It had to have been a while for him to get this smiley.
“You're shit faced,” she said, “How about you just hand it over and I won't let you die of alcohol poisoning? Sound fair?”
He dangled the bottle over her head, liquid sloshing back and forth and back and forth. A few drops flipped out of the bottle and onto her forehead---and she was so going to murdilate him. Slowly. Painfully.
“You need to lighten up a little,” he said, “ You know what works for me?”
“Drinking other people out of house and home?”
“Close. Stand up,” he said.
This was not going to end well. She gave him a suspicious look.
“Why?”
“Just do it. Trust me,” he said.
He took her hand and tugged her to her feet. He set the bottle on the coffee table, but when she tried to grab it, he caught her other hand. He pulled her to the center of the room. She narrowly avoided tripping over the discarded bottles and face planting in his chest. The scent of alcohol was almost overpowering.
“What are you doing? You're being weird.”
“Hey,” he said, slipping a hand behind her to rest in the small of her back, “Shut up and dance.”
She let out a yelp and tried to pull back as he pulled her flush against him. Six did not dance. Ever. It always ended in tragedy. Her mother had once jokingly suggested it was the real reason everyone had to evacuate the vault.
“I don't want to dance,” she said, “Hey, are you listening to me?”