Exton

I'm sitting in a beach chair, sharing space with three empty Coronas when someone pokes me on the shoulder. I jump and look into a belly-button, then raise my eyes to meet K'thyri's amused glance. "Hey, doesn't look like you're having much fun. Wanna dance?"

Ah, those three dreaded words. "Ky, you're a nice girl. You don't want to dance with me. I'll bet you don't even have Blue Cross."

"What's a blue cross, and what's it have to do with dancing?"

I sigh deeply. "Okay, let me put it another way. I can't dance. You'll get hurt if you dance with me."

"Anyone can dance, it's easy. C'mon, I'll show you."

I sigh again and allow her to pull me to my feet. Sometimes you just have to let people find things out for themselves….

Well, I could have a worse partner. She's wearing those suede boots she favors with a short skirt and a top that shows a good two inches of bare stomach and her legs look about a mile long. Rowan produces a fiddle from God knows where and starts up a lively tune that I can't identify, but the words sound like a Celtic version of Devil Went Down to Georgia, if you can dig that. Her voice is clear and clean and people start clapping in time to the music; and soon Ky and I aren't the only ones dancing.

…if that's what you call it. Turns out Ky is a little tipsy and I'm my usual grace-of-a-buttered-hippopotamus, so those who aren't dancing are quickly laughing their asses off at our antics. The Greek girl, the one who hangs out with Mr. I'm-All-That-And-A-Bag-Of-Chips is laughing so hard her face is crimson and she's holding her sides like they're aching. Beside her, Erik and Star are laughing right along with her. Wow, I wasn't sure Erik knew how....Then Ky loses it and falls on her ass in the grass, giggling madly, with her skirt rucked up even higher than before. I follow suit a minute later.

Wow, some wake this turned out to be….