Post by jackdaniels on Sept 26, 2008 16:24:38 GMT
Dance Hall
Jack swalowed hoarsely as the thumpin music of the dance hall hammered throughout the great building. The area was packed full of people, a good thirty or so, dancing along to the cachy jaz music being played by the cheery band up on stage. But the Medic couldn't concentrate on the music, or anything else for that matter, because one thing had taken control of his mind and would not let anything else join his side.
"Come and dance," said Ffion Michaels with a grin. Jack's long-term and long-suffering girlfriend was a pretty - borderline beautiful - twenty-one year-old girl from South Wales. Long, mahogany hair cascaded down past her shoulders as she pulled a hesitant Jack to his feet to begin to dance with her. Jack obliged reluctantly and decided that he may as well enjoy himself. But then, suddenly, the music changed, the cheery Jazz pushed aside by an old classic, a ballad. Jack swallowed nervously. A romantic ballad.
Ffion smiled and the two began to dance slowly to the music, Jack clumsily treading on her feet as they did so. The girl was more graceful than her companion and helped guide him along the way. He still looked a bit like some kind of mentally awkward monkey, but at least it was better than before. As the two joined closer together, a bead of sweat appeared unwelcomingly on Jack's brow. He hoped that she would be unable to detect the bold outline of the ring case in his pocket. The medic was going to propose and he wanted the night to be perfect. And the guffawing idiots weren't helping. Jack sighed; he would just have to grin and bear it.
"I need to go to the toilet," smiled Ffion, pulling away from Jack who turned a bright shade of pink and smiled back. She gave him a little peck on the cheek and bounded off cheerfully towards the ladies' restroom facility. Jack staggered backwards into a vacant chair and grabbed a glass of dubious looking alcaholic substance from the table. It was going to be a long night, he thought to himself. A long night...
Jack swalowed hoarsely as the thumpin music of the dance hall hammered throughout the great building. The area was packed full of people, a good thirty or so, dancing along to the cachy jaz music being played by the cheery band up on stage. But the Medic couldn't concentrate on the music, or anything else for that matter, because one thing had taken control of his mind and would not let anything else join his side.
"Come and dance," said Ffion Michaels with a grin. Jack's long-term and long-suffering girlfriend was a pretty - borderline beautiful - twenty-one year-old girl from South Wales. Long, mahogany hair cascaded down past her shoulders as she pulled a hesitant Jack to his feet to begin to dance with her. Jack obliged reluctantly and decided that he may as well enjoy himself. But then, suddenly, the music changed, the cheery Jazz pushed aside by an old classic, a ballad. Jack swallowed nervously. A romantic ballad.
Ffion smiled and the two began to dance slowly to the music, Jack clumsily treading on her feet as they did so. The girl was more graceful than her companion and helped guide him along the way. He still looked a bit like some kind of mentally awkward monkey, but at least it was better than before. As the two joined closer together, a bead of sweat appeared unwelcomingly on Jack's brow. He hoped that she would be unable to detect the bold outline of the ring case in his pocket. The medic was going to propose and he wanted the night to be perfect. And the guffawing idiots weren't helping. Jack sighed; he would just have to grin and bear it.
"I need to go to the toilet," smiled Ffion, pulling away from Jack who turned a bright shade of pink and smiled back. She gave him a little peck on the cheek and bounded off cheerfully towards the ladies' restroom facility. Jack staggered backwards into a vacant chair and grabbed a glass of dubious looking alcaholic substance from the table. It was going to be a long night, he thought to himself. A long night...