magic_fratboy

NOTE: Fic for DWTS tiems! Bee and Effie are deep_red_bells and effiecat respectively, and both snatched with great love to the most righteous mun of WIN. :P Tommy's routine last night was this one.

There was an irrational moment, after the music faded and he knelt there, hovering just over Effie, that he was sure the crowd was booing him off the fucking dance floor. It took a minute to realize it was his own blood roaring in his ears, and beyond that was the thin, tinny sound of an audience going completely insane.

“Oh my God, I think we broke them.”

Tommy laughed at Effie’s giggling, finally rising and helping her to her feet. Relief, more fear, and pure gratitude flooded him in a rush so intense he couldn’t contain it…so he didn’t.

With a roar of triumph, he pumped his fist into the air and abruptly swept Stephanie into his arms in a huge hug, then released her and moved across the dance floor to the sound of more cheering as he found Bee up front and wrapped her in a hug.

“Did you see that? I didn’t fall down, did you fucking see that?!”

( “Yes, go! Len’s gonna bust something, you big dork!” )

If it's possible for hair to ache, I think mine does. The human body ain't built to bend this way.

And I still got a show to do tonight. Here's a tip, folks: it's easy to be a happy guy when you get to play a villain onstage twice a night, five nights a week. That goes double when you spend four hours tied up in a torture device Effie calls a posture bar.

For the record, though, still crazy 'bout my partner. ;)

I'm gonna be a nicer guy than Rico Covas and give y'all a spoiler.

( Like the icon doesn`t say it all... )

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go polish my dancing heels.

Don't laugh.