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[never_misses]

Sam is feeling... worse. So much for flushing whatever this is out of his system.
He's currently in a chair by the fire, alternating between filming things with a camera the Bar gave him this morning and... wondering what in the Abyss the thing is supposed to be; it's safe to say there's nothing like it in Bistort.
Watch out for the occasional sneeze.

(OOC: Subject to random bouts of slowtime throughout the day, but open until his next EP, which will likely be Thursday sometime.)

[tiny ill tag: Sam
tiny by-way-of-IBDb tag: IMDb flu]

Comments

[never_misses]

"Every time, so be... cautious."

(In Sam's mind, this Maureen person looks a lot like Cata, now. He blames the long-standing infatuation.)

[vance_prime]

"Did she moon over other boys?"

('Moon'? What is this, 1955?)

[never_misses]

"More than moon."

(Technically true, if the comparison holds. Cata's killed most of the men she began to bed. She built her reputation on it.)

[vance_prime]

"I'm getting nauseous."

Alyx sags back into her chair. She does feel a little queasy, and just wants to get this stupid thing over with.

[never_misses]

Sam knows the feeling, really.
But apparently, whatever's going on has other ideas; otherwise, he wouldn't be offering her a hand.
(...he still has no idea what's going on.)

[vance_prime]

It seems like the most natural thing in the world to take that hand and let him pull her to her feet.

It takes Alyx a full five seconds to realize that they're dancing.

[never_misses]

Sam doesn't even know this dance.
"Where'd you learn to tango?"

...seriously. FUCKIN' WEIRD.

[vance_prime]

"From the French Ambassador's daughter. In her dorm room at Miss Porter's. You?"

(No, she has no idea what she's talking about either.)

[never_misses]

"With... Nannette Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter, at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center."
...the who at the what now? No, really, about the only word of that that made sense was 'daughter.'
The dance changes a bit; she's apparently leading now. "It's hard to do this backwards."

[vance_prime]

"You should try it in heels," snaps Alyx, who has never worn high-heeled shoes in her life and has no intention of starting now.

She drops him into a low dip.

"She cheated!"

[never_misses]

"She cheated."

(...Apparently not Cata, then. She either doesn't enter into an exclusive relationship or sees to it that the philanderer lives to regret doing so.)

[vance_prime]

"Maureen cheated!"

[never_misses]

"Fuckin' cheated."

[vance_prime]

In a fury, Alyx half-drops, half-flings Sam on the ground.

"I'm defeated, I should give up right now!"

[never_misses]

Even sick, he's resilient. And he's got very good reflexes, which means he's on his feet before she's through the line.

"Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might--"

[vance_prime]

"I'd fall for her still anyhow."

[never_misses]

And they're both singing again, at least for a while.

"When you're dancing her dance
You don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall..."

Sam shrugs. "So you think, might as well--"

[vance_prime]

"--dance a tango to Hell--"

Together:

"--at least I'll have tangoed at all.

"The Tango: Maureen
Gotta dance 'til your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
'Cause in the end, you can't leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
'Til you're glum and you bum
and turn blue..."

[never_misses]

"Why do we love when she's mean?"

[vance_prime]

"And she can be so obscene?"

[never_misses]

"Try the mic!"

...He has no idea what that's supposed to mean (not that that's new, at the moment).

[vance_prime]

Alyx blinks.

"What mic?"

[never_misses]

"...I don't know."
Sam sinks back into his chair, and facepalms. "I... honestly have no idea what that was all about. My apologies."

[vance_prime]

Alyx sags back into her own chair, her face turning rather red. "Don't apologize. This has been happening to me all week."

[never_misses]

"All week?"
...Sinking feeling, as they say, is sinking. "You haven't been ill, by chance, have you?"