Sascha couldn't help dissolving into giggles, her head coming to rest briefly on Peter's chest. Her feet didn't miss a beat though. "Joking, joking! I'll be good, I promise." Well, -ish. "Not that you're not hot of course, but -- ut-oh."
She too had spotted the ... ex? Wannabe? Whatever she was, she was on a collision course and approaching fast, threading her way through the other dancers with definite intent. "Oh ouch, I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help? Throwing myself on the unexploded bomb or something?"
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Date: 2009-01-02 09:19 pm (UTC)She too had spotted the ... ex? Wannabe? Whatever she was, she was on a collision course and approaching fast, threading her way through the other dancers with definite intent. "Oh ouch, I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help? Throwing myself on the unexploded bomb or something?"