Dance with me. (Sophie/Rich)
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“I wanna dance.” Sophie said with a pout, eyes wide as if that’ll help her get what she wants. The bar they’re in is shabby but the music is decent and the beer good. She’s looking at Rich, wanting to dance with him, but if she has to she’ll find some else.
“It’lll be fun, I promise.”
He chuckled at her, finishing his beer and setting the bottle on the table. “you wanna dance, sugar? y’sure you can handle it?” he teased, offering her his hand. He slid off the barstool, standing a little too close to her.
“I’ll dance. But m’gonna warn ya, m’good. Real good. Sell-your-soul-to-the-devil good, just so’s you know.”














