laughed. As mortified as he was by
the topic, he had to admit that it worked to break
the ice. Fee was laughing along with them, and
Carley seemed to defrost a little, too. "And what
about your bad habits?"
"Mine?" Carley put a hand to his chest and
blinked. "I have no bad habits."
"Oh yeah? Then why do I keep tripping over
your shoes on the way to the bathroom? And why
does Jae yell about the dishes you leave in the sink
all the time?"
Carley smoothed a hand over his hair and
sniffed. "Gremlins."
Fee snorted at that. "Mogwai," he said in a
squeaky voice.
Carley giggled. "I love that movie! Gizmo was
so cute."
"So was Zach Galligan," Fee said quietly, as if
he were afraid to admit it out loud. He looked up
and Carley grabbed his arm.
"Oh my God, he so was. All those curls. I just
wanna run my fingers through them. I remember
one night in high school, I dragged my friends over
for a Gremlins/Waxworks marathon. We stayed up
all night watching all four movies until sunrise,"
Carley said. "In retrospect, I don't think the other
guys appreciated him as much as I did."
"Well, at least they had Phoebe Cates." Fee
tipped his bottle.
"All hail Phoebe," Carley said with a laugh. He
and Fee both took a sip from their beers.
"Waxwork, though? How did you manage to find
out about that one?" Fee asked.
"Crazy aunt. She made sure my film education
was well-rounded. She must have had a thousand
DVDs. All from the '80s and '90s. Some of the
weirdest shit you've ever seen. How about you?"
Fee's smile faded. "I wasn't the jock my dad
wanted, so I spent a lot of time in my room with
the web for company."
"Is that what got you interested in computers?"
Ash asked.
Fee shrugged. "Part of it. They're just something
that I picked up easily."
Ash snorted. "Easy for you. I'm a moron."
"Stop that. You're not a moron," Fee said.
"I am compared to you."
"I don't know the first thing about tattoos."
Ash shrugged. "What's there to know? And
what's that got to do with computers?"
"You know art and ink, I know ones and zeros.
Neither of us is stupid. We're just different smart."
Ash and Carley stared at Fee until the music
changed. Fee shifted nervously in his chair.
"Wanna dance?" Ash asked.
Fee's eyes went wide, and he glanced at Carley.
"Uh, sure?" He stood up and Ash grabbed his hand
to drag him to the edge of the dance floor. Fee
looked like a deer trapped in headlights. Ash put
his hands on Fee's hips and pulled him close.
"Just follow my lead."
Fee nodded and started moving. The beat was
fast, and Fee was a better dancer than Ash
expected. He easily kept up with the rhythm, and
they gathered more than a little attention. Three
different guys danced closer and closer, nearly
crowding Ash out. Fee kept his eyes shut, moving
along with the beat, hardly noticing the press of
bodies. Ash did notice, though, especially when
Gil made his way over. Gil stood in front of Fee,
watching him dance. The sparkly pop song
changed to a stronger, thumping bass, and Fee
opened his eyes. Ash saw fear flicker across Fee's
face before he looked down at the floor.
"Excuse me," Fee mumbled as he turned away.
He looked around, obviously searching for their
table.
Ash stepped in front of Fee. "I'm right here."
Fee nodded and his body relaxed. He started
toward the table, but Ash stopped him. Fee looked
at him, and Ash took a couple more steps into
Fee's space, forcing him to step back in time with
the music. Fee smiled and moved forward. Ash
laughed and followed Fee's lead to the center of
the floor.
Fee never took his eyes off Ash's as they
danced. The thumping music combined with the
heat of Fee's stare had Ash lightheaded. He turned
around and leaned back into Fee, moving Fee's
hands down to his hips. Fee leaned down and
trailed his lips along Ash's temple as he pumped
his hips along with the music. Ash felt Fee getting
hard as they danced. He sighed and closed his
eyes, glad he
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