>>5347502Just when you’re about to join a nearby conga line, you hear a familiar, perpetually-chill voice from deeper in the crowd!
“-nd that cute little <span class="mu-i">tooth</span> of hers, right? Man-”
Before you can connect the dots, some familiar faces do it for you: emerging from the crowd ahead, both Syb and Mitzi giggle before the latter gasps with faux-shock!
“Uhh, do you mind, Stan? We’re having a <span class="mu-i">PRIVATE</span> conversation here.”
“Top Secret!” Sybil adds with a snicker!
Yea, <span class="mu-i">very</span> secret, dummies–they’re chatting in the middle of the friggin’ dancefloor!
“Well shoot, ya’ got me there, boss.” Mitzi shrugs with a half-smile.
“Jokes aside, I didn’t expect to see you down here so soon, Stanley!” Observes Sybil with a cheerful grin on her pale face! “What a pleasant surprise!”
“Told ya’ she’d come sniffin’ around for me.” Laughs Mitz as she gives you a wink! “Just kiddin’. And hey, you even found Denny!” Giving the scientist’s bird’s nest hair a playful tousle, the Rent-A-Cop raises an eyebrow your way. “Didja see her moves?”
“She’s fantastic!” Sybil adds as a big, dopey grin forms on Denise’s face. “We got separated when we obtained drinks, though–this is quite the dance floor!”
“And here we are <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> dancing!” Mitzi groans impatiently! “What’s the deal?”
The deal, you reply with a mischievous grin on your face, is that you heard they were trying to settle who the best dancer was…
“Heard about that, huh?” Remarks Mitzi with a glint in her eye! “Well we’ve got a practitioner of the scientific method here–why don’t we put that theory to test?”
“Let’s!” Sybil replies with a competitive spark in her voice! “It’s been a while since I’ve dragged Stanley to the club…”
That’s because she kept taking you to the one with all the Goth people and big cages, you counter! This playing field’s even…er!
“<span class="mu-i">I’m st-still a little tired, so I can j-judge!</span>” Denise announces, prompting a trio of hard glares her way.
“Yea, nah–we’re gonna need someone impartial.” Mitzi replies before tapping a nearby skeleton biker on the shoulder. “Hey buddy, you and your pals wanna judge a dance contest?”
“<span class="mu-i">WOULD</span> I!” Roars the skeleton!
“Cool. We’re gonna hash out what I get when I win first, so don’t go away.” Giving the judge another friendly pat on the shoulder, Mitzi turns back your way with crossed arms and a predatory grin!
“So, boss, what <span class="mu-i">DO</span> I get when I win?”
“Rather, what do <span class="mu-i">I</span> get when I win, hm?” Counters Syb as she hip-checks the Rent-A-Cop out of the way!
“<span class="mu-r">Ooh boy, things are heatin’ up, sis!</span>”
Yea, you <span class="mu-i">noticed</span>.
>CONTD. 