Page 55 of Trigger

“Really?”I said, cocking my eyebrows. “Two left feet? The lack of musicality? Just plainhatred of the activity?”

“Allof the above.”

“Well,you’re lucky you have me.” I informed him, standing up. “I’m an excellentdancer.”

Helooked at me incredulously as I went to the kitchen to turn up the volume onthe radio. When I returned, he gave me a warning look.

“Noway. Absolutely not.”

“Comeon. There’s nothing to it. You’ll see. I’ll teach you.”

“I’mnot dancing with you, Thorsen,” he exclaimed, looking at me as if I had gonemad.

Irolled my eyes.

“Thisisn’t dancing. It’s practicing. Do you want to embarrass your girlfriend infront of her family? Or do you want to Travolta your way in there, impress therich folks, and get some action when you take your girl home?”

“Idon’t need you to get action,” he said, slapping my hand away when I reachedfor him. “No! Get away from me.”

“Don’tbe such a child. Get up and grow some balls.”

“Myballs are big enough. And I’m not doing it.”

“Comeon, partner. We’re both drunk. We won’t remember it tomorrow, anyway,” Ipersisted.

Finally,he let out a heavy sigh and allowed me to pull him up, glancing toward thewindow.

“Ifanyone sees this… I’ll kill you.”

“Noone can see us. It’s dark outside, and it’s late. People are watching TV oreating dinner or fucking.”

“God,I can’t do this,” he whined, flinching when I put my hand on his waist. “It’sjust too weird.”

“I’llbe the girl, okay?” I said, reaching for his hand and putting it on myshoulder. “Now put your other hand in mine.”

He didwhat I said, glancing over his shoulder at the window.

“Noone is watching, you idiot. Now just concentrate… and move.”

“Whatdo you mean, move?”

“Imean, move like I do.”

Helooked down at our feet, which were moving in the slow rhythm of the music. Andthey moved in perfect sync, so I had no clue what he was talking about. Hecould dance just fine.

“Oh,”he muttered, sounding puzzled. “It’s actually working.”

“Ofcourse, it’s working. You’ve got rhythm, man.”

“Huh!Vic has been trying to teach me for years. She gave up after I stepped on hertoes too many times.”

“Well,my toes are bigger, and I won’t feel a thing.”

He let out an incredulous chuckle. “I bet. You’re like thebiggest asshole I have ever seen.”

“Literallyor metaphorically?”

“Both, but this time I mean literally. What are you eating,man? Steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

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