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Yeah, got the urge to drabble, so I...drabbled.
Xander cranked the radio’s volume up, thankful for some alone time. Dancing and shuffling to the beat and synthesized notes that poured from the speakers, he went about soaking, scrubbing, and finally chiseling the dirty dishes. Grunting and panting in rhythm to the music, he at last got most of the gross stuff off, and hey, that’s good enough for him.
He set the dishes on the rack to dry and shimmied backwards, his version of a moonwalk. Started to slowly turn and break into the chorus when –
“Cher, love?” Spike asked, smirk on his lips.
Great...
“Uh…do you believe?”
Xander cranked the radio’s volume up, thankful for some alone time. Dancing and shuffling to the beat and synthesized notes that poured from the speakers, he went about soaking, scrubbing, and finally chiseling the dirty dishes. Grunting and panting in rhythm to the music, he at last got most of the gross stuff off, and hey, that’s good enough for him.
He set the dishes on the rack to dry and shimmied backwards, his version of a moonwalk. Started to slowly turn and break into the chorus when –
“Cher, love?” Spike asked, smirk on his lips.
Great...
“Uh…do you believe?”
