"Never really liked dancing," she answers, easily enough. Truly enough, too. In school, it'd always been sweet little English country dances, a bunch of ridiculous fluff to make the good little girls and boys proud of their homeland. There'd been dance-halls in London, too, but mostly that was where girls went to find boys, and Stan and Fred and Martin and Nick had been more than boys enough for her purpose. "Or drinking, or - whatever all of that's supposed to be. Aside from anaesthetic for a wound they're pretending not to have."
She looks a little closer at the skeletons dancing their way along his clothing. "I never thought you'd do something so - unserious, Captain Flint."
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:01 am (UTC)She looks a little closer at the skeletons dancing their way along his clothing. "I never thought you'd do something so - unserious, Captain Flint."