Dance it out, bitches. DANCE IT OUT.

[deep_red_bells]

*is dancing somewhat wildly around the loft with Hank to "Jumping Jack Flash" and various hip-hop, emo wannabe boy rocker bands and, almost at gunpoint, Godsmack*

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*sighs lightly*

Mkay, so, if you love me? Promise me you're not gonna say anything to him. Please? None of that Callahan aggro 'you messed with the family' stuff, okay?

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*glances up with a scowl...or maybe a pout*

If he's being an ass, I promise to keep my mouth shut. If he breaks your heart...I'll fucking kill him. But short of leaving you at the altar or something...yeah, I won't give him any shit. Can't speak for my dad and crap, but y'know. Who can?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*does not say that her heart might already be broken, is hiding that rather well, actually*

Simple answer: don't say anything to your dad, doof.