Dance with me

Rayana: Are you going to Technology Awards evening?
Chris in a voice that mostly dogs can hear: I want to, but I have nothing to wear...

Strange how there's a stereotype for women that says the exact same thing.

I suggested a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. Surely, a man could own a white shirt and a pair of ironed black trousers? ok, skip the ironed part, just black.

Jared: So there's, like, going to be food?

I nod while chewing hard on a bagette i prepared the night before.

Jared: How about drinks?

Still nodding from a question before i look at him...

Jared: What else is there to do?
Rayana: What else do you need? There will also be dancing

All eyes turn to Jared. Chris exclaims: Hey, you'd love it, cos you take ballroom dancing lessons!!!
Jared: It's a bit hard wihout a partner, since it's a partner dance. And really it doesn't make much sense, when your partner doesn't know how to dance.
Chris: Why don't you ask Rayana to be your dance partner.

I almost choke on a piece of cucumber trying to suppress something between utmost fear and laughter

Jared calmly: I would, the problem is that I'm used to leading. Knowing Rayana, she probably will grab me and lead, cos you know... she's Rayana


I'm not a bad dancer.. I could lead a group around the floor and no one would complain a bit. It's not suprising, considering i probably threatened them into it.