flash-hundredyarddash:
Flash had just finished up the most shimmying and shaking of his life when he came to lean against the staircase. Man, what a night! How did anyone get down in black tie without needing an ice bath? Oh, how he longed for the short shorts of days gone by. He turned his head at the sound of her voice, thinking briefly of Dolly herself at the accent. He grinned in response, trying to stand up a little straighter and thinking very much of abandoning the suit jacket.
“Gladder than a clam-,” he paused, “No, wait happy as a clam! Glad to be here. This is like, fifty different parties in one and my dancing shoes are starting to catch fire. How about yourself?”
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“Peachy,” Bo chuckled. “Well, can’t really complain, can I?” she said with a shrug. “Everything’s perfectly... Fine. I just hoped for a little more than fine,” she finished saying, glancing at the man beside her over her shoulder. “Tryin’ to please everyone, I say, you might fall short. But at least it seems like most people’re havin’ a good time...”
At the news of a free party, Bo couldn’t say no. Still, she was growing more and more restless, wondering about her three beloved dogs, hoping they wouldn’t start getting anxious and end up running off her truck and into the cold, cold night, searching for her. Bo liked to believe she had them better trained than that, and she knew they were smart; nevertheless, she missed them, and as entertaining, warm and lively as the New Year party was, the scavenger was seriously considering whether she should have spent the night with her family, instead of with a whole crowd of strangers.
“I’m just wonderin’,” she said with a sigh, taking a moment to have another sip of champagne, see if that would convince her that she had made the right choice. “If I should’ve made a different decision.” In the end, she should probably not blame the party for her own blues. And then she blinked, put on a happy face, and turned to the man. “What’s been your favorite part of the party, so far?”














