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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 22:38:46 GMT -8
A couple of enterprising young toms got the idea to get a party going along the docks. It started with a band playing music for coins in their instrument cases. Pretty soon, there were gals and sailors dancing on the planks, lanterns lining the street as the sun sank below the sea. Everything was orange and pink and perfect.
Growltiger watched the twirling tails and circling fedoras of the dance floor, brimming with a calm happiness.
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 22:42:17 GMT -8
Griddlebone strolled up to the captain, her tail swaying languidly and her bright green skirt twirling around her ankles. She stopped next to him, looping her arm through his, it was a beautiful night, "Hello, 'Tiger."
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 22:55:20 GMT -8
Growltiger purred and pulled Griddlebone closer to him, kissing the top of her head. "Hello, love." His eyes dropped to the skirt. "You look lovely in green. Like an emerald in the king's crown."
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 22:56:47 GMT -8
The white queen smiled up at him, a paw tracing over his chest, "Thank you, love. Having a good evening, here?"
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:02:14 GMT -8
"Yeah," he said after a moment, scanning the crowd. "I'm a pretty cynical cat, in the end, and I like seeing cats happy, relaxed --- not fightin' for scraps."
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 23:04:56 GMT -8
She leaned her head against his chest, watching the others for a long moment, "What do you say to joining them?"
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:08:22 GMT -8
His face brightened, a broad grin splitting across his face. He took a step towards the crowd, holding Grids' paw in one hand. He gave a slight bow. "Only if m'lady would fancy a dance with me?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 23:09:42 GMT -8
She dipped a curtsy, smiling at him still, "I would be honored, kind sir."
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:11:28 GMT -8
He drew her close and nuzzled her as they moved towards the dance floor. "You always make me feel like Sir Francis."
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 23:13:25 GMT -8
She kissed his cheek, "And you always make me feel like Her Majesty."
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:21:45 GMT -8
Growltiger kissed her one more time, just for the fun of it, and guided them out onto the dancefloor. He began the languid, sensual movements of a dance from his youth.
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 23:24:48 GMT -8
Grids followed him, step for step, letting him lead her through the dance and finding that she still could, in fact, move her hips the way she recalled doing for dances at the 'Ribbon.
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:28:13 GMT -8
Growltiger twirled her and tried to hide the fact that he was rather mesmerized by the sway of the skirt around her hips.
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Post by Meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 23:32:45 GMT -8
Grids couldn't help the smirk as she caught his look. She came in from the spin, her skirt swirling around her legs and the slit in it catching enough to reveal her leg up past the knee briefly before the fabric settled again.
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Post by qualapec on Aug 8, 2011 23:35:44 GMT -8
To hide his entirely un-tomly blush, he drew her body close to his and spun around, letting her feel the solid strength in his muscles.
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