Winter Season

Jealous Dance

When she came back, Oscar smiled, “where have you been?”

She smiled, “around.” Soldier boy caught her eye. “Who’s that young man?” He was walking over to a young woman. Esther assumed it was the female he was ready to fight over.

“Douglas Powell. His parents are a mess. He’s joined the Marines and is scheduled to start basic training next month. I’m very proud of him.”

The female that he was talking too went to smack him but he caught her hand. Oscar moved but Esther held him back. Douglas let go of her arm and walked away. The other teen came in and walked over to her. “What about him?”

“Simon Greene, he’s a punk.”

“I can see that.”

They stood there for a moment watching everyone.

Douglas walked over to them. “Excuse me, would it be inappropriate of me to ask you for a dance? I’ve asked the D.J. to play a special song. I would be honored if you’d dance with me. Do you waltz?”

She smiled as Lady Lay Down started playing.

“There are no rules saying you can’t dance.” Oscar smiled.

“Okay Soldier Boy.”

Esther was amazed at the manners that Douglas had. And it was a direct insult to this girl. The other teen and the girl started dancing. Douglas was an amazing dancer.  At the end of the song, he bowed to Esther, she curtsied. The entire gym erupted with applause.  

When she sat down, Oscar leaned over to her, “what was that about?”

“Those two were about to come to blows outside over her and Soldier Boy took the high road.”

He smiled. “Always the cop, aren’t you?”

“I guess old habits die hard.”

Psy’s Gangnam Style started playing. Everyone even the staff got on the floor. Esther was laughing so hard she started crying. “Oh this is great.” Everyone was acting stupid.

“Can you do this dance?”

“Of course I can. I haven’t been living under a rock.” She teased.

“In that dress?” Oscar raised an eyebrow.

“Shall we dance?”

“I can’t do that.”

“I’ll teach you.” He laid his jacket over the back of his chair. “The best way to explain it is when you were a little kid and you road a stick horse.” She did the dance showing him what she meant. He tried. “See not hard. Then you just mix it up. Put your hands on your hips mostly; wave your hands in the air. That’s all there is too it.”

“Ichabod Crane riding a wooden horse,” he laughed. But Esther had been right about two things; she could do this dance in that dress and he could do this dance. They both collapsed in their chairs, panting. He kissed her hand.

She leaned over to him, whispering in his ear “you are one of the few men that look sexy in a bow tie.”

He grinned a big grin.

It was 1:00 in the morning when the D.J. made his last song call. It was Treasure by Burno Mars. And of course they had to dance.

They made it home around 3:00, to her house. She kicked her shoes off with a smile. “That was great. Thank you.” His cheek was greeted with a soft kiss.

“You are welcome my love. If I may ask, why do your cop friends call you trick pony?”

She winked teasing, “hmm not about sex.”

Winter Season