<em>Hope everyone is enjoying the holidays!  Gotta play catch-up so nobody thinks I'm calling it quits while the show's still getting started!  Looks like there's plenty of drama already--and here I am dancing with a pretty girl in tow!  </em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92150.msg4032089#msg4032089">Quote from: Senti on 19-12-2010, 14:26:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> George</strong><br/><br/>“A card, don’t you gentlemen from the south like to sign a ladies dance card.” There was another chuckle, “Even if she is wearing combat boots.” She took another swig of her drink and then wiped her mouth.<br/><br/>“So if I were you I would finish your drink and get those dancing shoes on.”  <br/> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The man laughed, scratching the back of his head like some overgrown schoolboy.  "As I said, I'm not all that much of a dancer, Ma'am.  If it's any consolation, I would have been<em>honored</em>to sign your card."<br/><br/>George flashed a tricky Cheshire grin, downing the remainder of the mug in one go and setting it on the hood of the RV.  He took Gwen gently by the hand, leading her back into the group of lively dancers with a bit more kick in his step than one might expect of a man his size.  With a motion lacking grace but full of spirit, he swung her in close past another couple to a free spot on the ground amidst the crowds of twirling color and laughter.