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-Little Bitty Pretty One- by HennaLucas -Little Bitty Pretty One- by HennaLucas
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“Well I’m just about fed up with it,” bewailed Holly loudly. “Every single time we rent an inn room with only one bed, that bastard always gets it! He’s not so delicate that he can’t sleep on the couch!”
Simon, overhearing this conversation, took another swig if his beer before slipping in-between Holly and her conversation partner. “Excuse me, loves—my Holly senses are tingling, and I can’t help but hear you complaining about me,” he said with a languid smile.
Holly was tipsy now—this much was clear. She turned up her nose. “Yes, you heard correctly, Simon. I am sick and tired of you taking the good bed every single time.”
Just when he was about to reply, the first chords of “Little Bitty Pretty One” struck out on the record player and an idea as well as a grin seized him at once. “Okay, that’s fair,” he said. “So how about we make a deal, then?”
“A deal?”
“Yes. You do one dance with me—just one—and you get the bed for the next week.”
Holly snorted. “What! That’s daft!”
“Well if you don’t want the bed…” hedged Simon.
“Of course I want the bed!”
‘Then dance with me.”
“Do it,” laughed Delaney.
“It’s mad. You shouldn’t dance anyway, Simon—your lungs-”
Simon waved her away. “I’ve taken my medicine and I can last two minutes without the tank. It’ll be fine.” He removed his cannula as if to punctuate the statement.
“Well,” said Holly, “I don’t know how to dance.”
“Neither can I,” he replied, already taking her by the hand and dragging her to the dance floor among the other swinging Irishmen and women.
“I can’t dance!”
“Shut up, everyone can dance. You’re not crippled, are you?”
Holly was about to respond, but the full swing of the song drowned her out and Simon pulled her into a spin. His mind was reeling, trying to remember the basic steps to the Lindy Hop as he tapped his smart leather shoes against the wooden floor. Holly fumbled along after him without grace, rhythm or delicacy, looking utterly bewildered.


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art, characters, writing (c) me
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queenofwhatever Featured By Owner May 12, 2013
did you take down the short story you started about Oliver Fray?
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rain-and-sunshine Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013  Professional General Artist
the movement in this is great! and their expressions <3
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MusikPrinzessin Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:heart: :heart: :heart: ....very beautiful n_n ...love that song!!! :dummy:
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heycatni-p Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
dsfjdsghidshgkidslghiso´sDS~GHKLDSGHHIodhgdsnvgsu excuse me while i die over here
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Living-Magikally Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Ahhh his face!!!!!! Can't wait for this to be finished :)
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HennaLucas Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Student Writer
:heart:
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Lavaed Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I love it ^^
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HennaLucas Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!
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CleaMatt Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh my gosh this is too cute! I love the relationship between them it's so sweet! Great work!
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HennaLucas Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!
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