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]

*just shakes her head*

[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]

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]

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

Hi.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

*lays her cheek against the top of her head*

Hi.

[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.