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As Terrence had predicted, he eventually found Clarie on the dance floor. He had never to fond of dancing, and neither skillful at it, but the night demanded it, the music demanded it. Clarie's hips demanded it. Well, let's hope I learned something from seeing people dance two days every week, thought him to himself and began to move smoothly between the crowd, trying to keep a cool movement that it could barely called dance as he go close to her. "Hey, Clarie. I see you are having fun!" Said Terrence, trying not to jump on her too suddenly.
He did tried hard to enjoy dancing, and to be honest, doing so with Clarie was, at least, not as demotivating as doing so alone. But tired after all he had to do this day, Terrence tried to convince her to go somewhere else, with a bench or a seat preferably. "Hey, I'm a little bit... Overloaded of this place.... Would you like to go somewhere else?" Asked him, having to get real close to her for her to hear him.
He did tried hard to enjoy dancing, and to be honest, doing so with Clarie was, at least, not as demotivating as doing so alone. But tired after all he had to do this day, Terrence tried to convince her to go somewhere else, with a bench or a seat preferably. "Hey, I'm a little bit... Overloaded of this place.... Would you like to go somewhere else?" Asked him, having to get real close to her for her to hear him.