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*

Comments

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*shakes her ass to the Godsmack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN7BhjW5n7Y)*

C'mon, you know you love it!!!

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

This is not good Dance It Out music! I need bubblegum! I need big sugary wads of bubblegum!

*makes herself keep dancing anyway*

[zee-ali.livejournal.com]

Sully Erna makes me all flaily. That man is hot. Mhmm. Carry on.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*stretches the piece of gum she's chewing with a smirk*

Fine, dig out something else. But no more Metro Station, please! What about Fall Out Boy? I can do FOB.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*thinks*

Kylie Minogue?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

IDK who that is?

*carries on!*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*makes a face, but nods*

Yeah, sure, why the fuck not?

Dude, we should put on some Sex Pistols and slam dance.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Lead singer of Godsmack, goober! He's totally hot!

Your buddy here gets full-on brownie points, yo. *carries on alongside Bee*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Mohinder will kill us if we wreck his lab.

He could do it now, too.

*puts on God Save The Queen anyway*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hi, I so don't listen to the band!

*bumps into her deliberately*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Serves him right for being a complete goober and needing Slayer babysitters. I'm smashing a test tube at least, I could care...but since he's your friend, I'll make it an empty one.

*grins at her choice and leans over to crank the volume all the way up* I'd sing that 'you're my hero' song, but I might puke.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

You should! They're all hot except for Shannon Larkin, but he is kinda adorable.

*scowls to keep from laughing and bumps Bee with her butt*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

You're talking to someone who still believes Eddie Vedder is the hottest thing rock ever saw.

*does laugh and bumps her right back*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hey, lay off. He did me a huge solid. I'm just returning the favor. May I remind you, you begged to be here, so no breaking anything.

*rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah, I'm paying you back with Ricky Martin, you realize.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweet leaping Jesus! No wonder you're marrying Sark, you have a freak fetish!

*half-scowls, half-grins and bumps her harder, using her butt on purpose this time*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*glares, ixnay on the Ark-Say plzkthnx*

You think the lead singer of Godsmack is hot and I'm a freak for having a thing for Eddie Vedder?

*bumps back even harder*

You're a freak, freak.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*flips her off, but doesn't really give it a lot of feeling* Eh, he gets a bye for being cute. You know, in a sorta weird Ravi Shankar kinda way.

*blinks* Okay, I'm sorry. Seriously. No breaking shit, anything but Ricky Martin.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*just shakes her head*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*catches the glare and scowls apologetically...yes, she can do that, she's VERY talented* Sorry.

Dude! Sully's hot! Nice, compact little package of sex and flexibility. The man stretches pretty.

*giggles this time as she bumps Bee right in the butt*

Double freak!

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*eyeroll*

So can we go out today and take pictures? I wanna send one to Joe of me at the Empire State Building or something. I'm a tourist, damn it, I wanna tour.

Ya know...after we dance.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...Do you even know who Eddie Vedder is?

*bumps back again*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, we'll be touristy as soon as the shift changes.

*huffs and sits down, has now depressed herself out of dancing*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Yes. And grunge rock's cool? But I hate the look. Sully has tattoos. Hot ones. I could totally lick that star on his cheek, if he still had it.

*bumps some more*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*flips off the stereo and sits down beside Bee, wrapping her arms around her in a sideways hug*

Hi.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*blinks* You are weird.

*bumps hard enough to make her stumble*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*lays her cheek against the top of her head*

Hi.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*giggles and scowls, bumping back hard enough to make her fall on her ass*

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*shifts her head to sit more comfortably with Bee's resting against it*

Your fiancee's a loser asshole with all the charm of a lugnut, but I still love you. 'Kay?

[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.