Before you came my time was running low Jun 12, 2008 12:43:07 GMT -5
Post by The Magnifcent Q on Jun 12, 2008 12:43:07 GMT -5
RESERVATION: Indiana Jones
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
The musical refrains of Dean Martin played rather loudly inside the ballroom as the intergalactic imp was dancing to it by himself. For a time leaper, he definitely had tastes in music that spanned from Bach to Bacharach and everything in between. Dressed in mobster style clothing, he continued his little dance, not caring for a second who would or could come up behind him. After all, he'd get them for sneaking, wouldn't he?
"Don'cha look nice, schweetheart?" he said, imitating Bogart, smiling at the little jest. "A real moll. . .how about you let me show ya how yer supposed t'dance." Taking certain liberties, he conjured up a mirage of a beautiful flapper girl and started to dance with her, smiling. She spoke to him, telling him he was a wonderful dancer and not too bad on the eyes. "Well, I'd hope not. I'd hate to disappoint," he said, mimicking the voice some more.