Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

Comments

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"I don't dance, Daddy." That would require having better foot-everything coordination than what she has.

[governmentninja]

"I don't care." He's your Dad, he loves you anyway. "Dance with me anyway."

He held out his hand for her, "C'mon, it's just the two of us. And it's not like I didn't already give you good blackmail material."

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Oh, the things she does for love. She adjusts her new hat and sighs, taking Leon's hand, "Okay, Daddy."

"Is this enough blackmail material for a new pet?" Boy, does she sound hopeful.

[governmentninja]

"Don't get your hopes up on that one," he told her as he pulled her towards the center of the room.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"But Boon is Mom's," Sherry pointed out, still hopeful. Also, Boon eats her books, Leon. She swung their hands as they walked.

[governmentninja]

"I know. And he's already a handful." And quite likely to eat whatever pet Sherry would bring home.

"What's your favorite song?"

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"Er..." Sherry looked down at her feet. "'Come on Eileen'." Annette Birkin had a lot to answer for, apparently.