You laughed, tilting the can of beer back, swallowing the last gulp.
You had just gotten home from a night out with your boyfriend, Ponyboy.
The two of you were just hanging out his front porch, drinking Heinekens, laughing the night away.
He had undone his tie and the top button of his Oxford shirt, his sleeves rolled up.
You had kicked off your heels, and pulled off your pantyhose, and sat in your cocktail dress on the porch swing.
He been pacing back and forth, babbling on about something hilarious, when all of a sudden he stops, and looks at you with a grin.
He takes a step toward you, holding out his hand.
“Dance with me?” His eyes twinkle.
You shake your head. “It’s two in the morning… And there is no music and I don’t know how.”
He just grins, grabbing your hand, pulling you up from the swing.
“I’ll teach you.” He says, lifting you up so you’re standing on his feet. “And I can make music… It’s not that hard.”
“If you say so…” You mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Alright, it’s just like a sway back and forth… Put the beer down I don’t want it spilling on me.”
You drop the can, letting it fall to the porch with a clang.
“… And you hold your hands like this.”
He grabs hold of your hand, holding it out, and puts the other hand on your back.
“Now you put your hand on my shoulder.”
You follow his instructions, looking up at him expectantly.
He smiles. “So now, we dance.”
He moves his feet in a sort of box step, and starts to sing quietly.
“Bum…. Bum bum bum… Ba da bum… Ba bum…”
“Bum… Bum bum… Bum bum…” He continues, chuckling a little.
You smile, looking down, blushing.
“Hey.” He stops singing. “A big part of dancing is keeping eye contact.”
You just rest your head on his shoulder, and he continues singing into the silent night.
“Bum… Bum bum…ba da bum… Ba dum…”
He kisses the top of your forehead, then keeps on singing, dancing you around.
“Ba da da dum… Ba dum… Ba bum… Ba da dum…”
“Could we just stay like this forever?”
It’s silent for a second.
He finally answers. “I wish… But life moves on.” He mutters. “They won’t stop to watch us dance.”
“I wish they would.” You whisper.
“Hey, we’ll still be fine. We can dance whenever we want. You’re getting better.”
You just grin, burying your head into his shoulder.
“Bum… Ba bum… Ba bum… Ba bum….”