Her chin ducks guiltily for a moment before she glances back up at him, half-petulant and half-uncertain, "Well, I am hardly going to force the moron to dance with me."
What else was she supposed to do?
There's a whistle and a loud catcall regarding the Captain's hand upon her waist and she shoots back a quick, "You wish!" in reply without missing a beat.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 11:37 pm (UTC)What else was she supposed to do?
There's a whistle and a loud catcall regarding the Captain's hand upon her waist and she shoots back a quick, "You wish!" in reply without missing a beat.