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*. . . the song is called "Corporate Cannibal," by the way.*

That's Black Sabbath, it's a classic.

Maybe because it's fun to dance to. You should try it sometime.

[Alex presses his lips together, considering his words.]

Look, kiddo. I don't want to stifle your creativity here. I mean, that's a really well-done costume and everything. [Because Alex's already-tenuous sanity requires believing that that's what it is.] But I'm thinking maybe a more...upbeat radio station? More, I don't know, contemporary? It just might be a little better for you, is all I'm saying. Every time I run into you, I get worried.

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I know what it is. I just don't necessarily want to listen to it while I'm grocery shopping. Unless it was some disgruntled employee switching out the CD, in which case, more power to them.

I'm a little outside of Ke$ha's demographic, but if that's an invitation, I could possibly be persuaded.

[She offers a hand.]

[He takes it, entirely unsuspecting. What's the worst that could happen?]

[So trusting, not to mention tempting, but she just leads him out onto the floor and starts to dance. She's tall. Barefoot, she's just a get inches shy of 6 feet so in stilettos she's more like 6'1". However, she's clearly accustomed to having shorter dance partners and is not even phased by the height difference.] You got a name?

[Alex has found that the best way to navigate the issue of his height is simply to ignore it. Confidence is easy when he doesn't acknowledge that he's tiny. Granted, he isn't used to women towering over him quite this much, but he doesn't mind if she doesn't--he'll just be a little more cautious than usual, lest she be luring him onto the dance floor just to steal his wallet or something.]

No, I don't. Must have slipped my mom's mind...nah. I'm Alex. You?

What costume? I'm not in a costume! *Sorry about that.*

[Nicole smiles. A smart ass.] Well, I'm sure she had more important things to do that day. [Her smile grows.] Nikki.

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I'd like to think so. [He smiles back, watching how she dances. He's not terrible at it himself, just rather safe and tame, more content to observe than throw himself into it at first.]

So do you always go around talking the wallflowers into dancing? Is that, like, your mission?

Ha! No. I'm not that nice. I just really like sarcastic people. Plus, I dig the hair.

Well, I'm glad my smart ass attracted your attention. I feel honored. [More sarcasm, but he is quite pleased. He'll dance a little closer, emboldened.] Everyone loves a ginger, huh?

You should. [She replied haughtily though her smirk revealed she was only half serious.] Most I've met, especial male gingers, don't pull it off half as well as you.