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[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

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Coco! Dance with me! [He has to yell over the sound of the incredibly loud music as he does a sort of bouncing, shimmying...thing.]

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

[Cornelia Gallagher does not dance. Not while sober, at least.] NAH. I'M COOL OVER HERE, THANKS. HAVING FUN?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

God! You don't have to YELL! [Adler smiles and bounces a little more, coming up closer to her so he doesn't have to yell quite so loud.] Yes! No PT tomorrow, that means it's time to celebrate!!

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

[She smiles in response, giving him a gentle push.] You're like some sort of child at a sleep over. Are you going to stay up all night, too?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

Maaaaaybe. [Starts bumping his hip against Coco's lightly, still trying to get her to dance with him.] You should stay the night! We could have a pillow fight and build a fort or just go jump on the trampoline. And eat more pixie sticks. Me and Al...that's my new friend, we had lots of pixie sticks at PT today. And we baked chocolate covered chocolate chip cookie dough balls. It was delicious! [He has some serious Overgrown Child Syndrome.]

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

... wow, someone has had way too much sugar, hasn't he? [Gigglesnort.] I'll have to call Cole before I can make any promises, though. Need to make sure he can take care of Nannerl for the night.

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah. That's his man there.

...his dorky, derpy, dance-impaired man.]

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly!! [Totally different song there but he is in a good mood so he'll sing it anyway as he flounces over and bumps his hip against Leif's.]

No PT tomorrow, babe!

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

[That makes him giggle, because hip-bumps are adorable. He'll even return it, look at that.] No? Because it is Friday?

[Keeping with the trend of not singing the right lyrics, he'll start humming that TGIF song.]

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

Exactly!! I get weekends off. [Hey! He knows that song! He'll start singing that song instead. He's a little hyper from all the sugar he and Al consumed!] Yeah we danced on table tops and we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot!...hey, we should dance on the table, that's a good idea. Where's the table?

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

Is Friday a weekend. I can never remember. [It's a good song, especially for sugar-hyped Adler's. But Leif isn't allowing any distance, stepping forward and locking his arms around his giddy-with-candy fiance.] We will dance on a table, but the table will be pretending to be a floor. Ja?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

I guess so? Cause I'm off Friday and Saturday but go back on Sunday. [That's okay with him, but you are going to have to deal with some dancing and shimmying going on in your arms, Leif.] This is because I feel through the roof isn't it? Now you really aren't going to let me stand on anything high up?

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

Coco! Dance with me! [He has to yell over the sound of the incredibly loud music as he does a sort of bouncing, shimmying...thing.]

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

[Cornelia Gallagher does not dance. Not while sober, at least.] NAH. I'M COOL OVER HERE, THANKS. HAVING FUN?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

God! You don't have to YELL! [Adler smiles and bounces a little more, coming up closer to her so he doesn't have to yell quite so loud.] Yes! No PT tomorrow, that means it's time to celebrate!!

[mtrlstc.livejournal.com]

[She smiles in response, giving him a gentle push.] You're like some sort of child at a sleep over. Are you going to stay up all night, too?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

Maaaaaybe. [Starts bumping his hip against Coco's lightly, still trying to get her to dance with him.] You should stay the night! We could have a pillow fight and build a fort or just go jump on the trampoline. And eat more pixie sticks. Me and Al...that's my new friend, we had lots of pixie sticks at PT today. And we baked chocolate covered chocolate chip cookie dough balls. It was delicious! [He has some serious Overgrown Child Syndrome.]

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah. That's his man there.

...his dorky, derpy, dance-impaired man.]

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly!! [Totally different song there but he is in a good mood so he'll sing it anyway as he flounces over and bumps his hip against Leif's.]

No PT tomorrow, babe!

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

[That makes him giggle, because hip-bumps are adorable. He'll even return it, look at that.] No? Because it is Friday?

[Keeping with the trend of not singing the right lyrics, he'll start humming that TGIF song.]

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

Exactly!! I get weekends off. [Hey! He knows that song! He'll start singing that song instead. He's a little hyper from all the sugar he and Al consumed!] Yeah we danced on table tops and we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot!...hey, we should dance on the table, that's a good idea. Where's the table?

[holdon-together.livejournal.com]

Is Friday a weekend. I can never remember. [It's a good song, especially for sugar-hyped Adler's. But Leif isn't allowing any distance, stepping forward and locking his arms around his giddy-with-candy fiance.] We will dance on a table, but the table will be pretending to be a floor. Ja?

[prodigyofsorts.livejournal.com]

I guess so? Cause I'm off Friday and Saturday but go back on Sunday. [That's okay with him, but you are going to have to deal with some dancing and shimmying going on in your arms, Leif.] This is because I feel through the roof isn't it? Now you really aren't going to let me stand on anything high up?