"I feel bad for the last dance. Two left feet."
That dance was two left feet and a few years ago. He's been using the same excuse for all of those years. Leon hasn't moved in about an hour, so of course he had to move now. The energy in his feet was residual from not working. Perhaps it was the constant itch in his spine that made him restless, or maybe he always had been since he popped into the world. The same guy who took trains down the coast when he couldn't sleep had a problem with staying still. Who could've guessed?
They've danced quite a few times since that "last dance", and made a habit of it. Tonight's record playing from a floor below them? Congo Mulence and a mix. It's the kind of song to toss back a few martinis to over some cards, or the kind of song to play keep away to. Secret files in a lighter- now that was a fun conflict of interest between the two of them, and the last time he played hot potato with her. He isn't afraid to admit he had fun with that one either.
They danced at that place too before she kicked his lights out. He took his two steps, and led a twirl under his arm.
"I was thinking about that one time in Brazil. The one with the elevator-"
That was also a while ago.
