[OTA] Moves like...Kelly.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

If he was really honest with himself, Alasdair was really more of a Donald O'Connor than a Gene Kelly. More energetic, more frenetic, something of a grinning goofball on the dancefloor. Of course, he wasn't on a dance floor right now. He was sitting in a chair like a normal human being, flipping through a copy of H.P. Lovecraft's Tales for the sophomore class, with his iPod on.

But doing something like this, while sitting in his chair with Lovecraft like a normal human being...was probably not actually so normal.

Then again, if you had moves like Gene Kelly Donald O'Connor, you probably wouldn't really care.

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[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

You don't mind the sound of laughter, do you, Alasdair? At least it's pretty joyful? And maybe signals someone sitting down in a nearby chair and following suit?

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

Well, he supposes the sound of laughter isn't all that surprising considering what he's doing, so he'll just look over at her. "Do you need the music to go with it."

[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

She grins back at him. "Well, I guess I could make up my own music...but if you want me to be in step it would help."

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

"That would look a little odd, wouldn't it?" He tugs out one earbud and scoots closer so they can share. Fifties-style swing is blaring out. "I suppose we need to be creative."

[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

She'll smile and lean in to accept the earbud. "Nothing wrong with that."

Though the looks they'd get if anyone walked in and witnessed this...

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

He gets looks as it is, at least this would be different than What Are You Scribbling/When Are You Going To Concentrate On Your Job he gets most of the time.

He grins a little as they tap out a matching rhythm on the floor, and then the music changes, and he takes his earbud out, setting his book aside.

"So, what brings you to my neighborhood?" Not that Town wasn't basically a big neighborhood, but.

[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

She shrugs a little as she's handing his earbud back. "I might be exploring, you know. New places?" Or, well, there were few new places when you grew up in the Deck, but...places she hadn't been in a while, certainly.

And she certainly hadn't been keeping her eyes peeled for him. That's just crazytalk.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

He laughs a little, dragging his chair around to straddle it and lean his elbows on the back. "And have you found anything of interest?"

This is definitely flirting, Elani. By the way.

[elani-songbird.livejournal.com]

"Well," she says, smiling and tapping her foot a little against his chair leg, "I found a new dance to try out..."

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

Did she get the wrong room? Did she come in at the wrong time? Should she go away now and come back later with the last of the essays she had to do about the reading she'd missed?

Most likely that's a no to all three. She still knocks politely at the doorframe, though.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

Sadly, she waits to knock until Alasdair's on the bit of the dance that involves tap on the chair. But at least he has the grace to not quite fall on his ass.

"Hey, Leigh," he says as he drops down to the floor. "Brought your homework?"

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

She's doing her very best not to giggle as she enters, but her smile has a wiggly quality that's not entirely hidden. "Yessir. All caught up with everyone else now."

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think it would take you very long," Alasdair says with an easy smile. "Next week we're starting H.P. Lovecraft. Evil octopus gods are pretty much always popular."

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

Headtiiiiiiilt. "They letcha teach you about that? Isn't that kinda way different from elves and wizards and hobbits and dwarves?"

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not teaching evil octopus gods, Leigh." He gives her a mostly earnest look. "I'm using the evil octopus gods to demonstrate the gothic novel form."

Something like that, at least.

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, evil gods are about as gothic as you can get. I don't see where the octopi... puses come in. They're not scary." Eileen has set this 'fact' firmly in her mind.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

"Well..." He scratches his nose, possibly because this aspect hasn't been put to him before. "Imagine if the octopus was taller than a skyscraper and wanted to destroy the world."

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Slow your roll, dancing man. You've got text mail. And really, after the ridiculous power outage, not responding to messages--even dumb ones--is surely the best way to get a panicked McCartney suddenly appearing on Deck again.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

He can dance and text at the same time. Especially when he's doing the Francis the Mule number in a chair. This isn't rocket science, panicked McCartney.

Try alcoholic optimism.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness. Any dance move called 'the rocket science' sounds far too complex to involve dance-texting.

There's a momentary lull before the phone chirps again.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

This, on the other hand, is probably involved enough that he shouldn't segue into An American in Paris.

There's no weird-ass weather, so that's a plus.

Oh, I'm taking your sister to a movie.

Just going to slide that one in.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

There will be no sliding in of absolutely anything, good sir. None whatsoever.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

Why is he not at all surprised by this. Why. Still, this is harmless, really.

Singin' in the Rain, I thought. Maybe An American in Paris. The theatre is having a Gene Kelly festival.

[bluntforces.livejournal.com]

Because he's known Evan McCartney for more than ten seconds. Even Lance got the third degree.

Admittedly, the awkward and mildly shaky third degree, but still.

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

And he's known Evan McCartney over twenty years, so, this conversation was doomed to happen. There's still a pause, though.

No, more like a real date.