Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180203025743/@comment-30700719-20180203063000

I sigh and think for a while, before turning back inside the house and yelling, "Peter! Start that music blastin'!" I turn back to the Houri and sway my head to the rythmn. "Heh. Let me show you how it's done." The signature drumming beat comes on, and I clap my hands in the air. "You and me. Dance off time." The crowd's eyes dart between her, attempting to what appears to be pole-dancing in midair, and me, busting out some grooves with glorious song. Her song ends, and she fumbles to get out her phone again. Seeing this, I nod towards the audience, then yell back into the apartment, "Hey! Play track number fifty!" Rasputin stops, and there's a brief lull before track number fifteen comes on. I freeze for a second, then slowly turn around to face the inside of the apartment. After a moment or two, I turn back outside and shrug, grinning stupidly. I then proceed to dance to ЯEMOVE KEBAB. Meanwhile, the poor little Houri is trying to find a different song on her phone. Yeah, sure, she came prepared with a bunch of songs on her phone, but she wasn't preparing for a guy to shift into dance mode completely unfazed. Especially not to Serbia Strong. I finish off the dance with a flourish and bow to the Houri. "That was fun. Now, is there anything else you required of me, or did you simply want a bit of a show?" She looks up at me, all innocent and smol and suchlike, and then, completely unexpectedly, she pops out this Cheshire grin that would have made me question her identity, if it weren't for the rather large arrow jutting out of my right nostril. ".....well played....." was all I got out before I fell to my knees and hit the ground. My last waking thought was, ''Wait, it's nowhere near Valentine's Day...it's mid-August..."