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Entry tags: | chas, deacon, demitri |
Danse D'Amour Dance Studio, afternoon, Dem, Deacon and Charlie
The studio had opened on Monday and since then had, from what they could tell, been quite busy. They had left Demitri to it, wanting to help but not sure how, but now they had decided to go round and see how things were going.
Up the stairs they went, listening to the music, and arrived just in time to see a group of ladies come out. They were the glossy, well made up type who get together to do interesting things in the afternoon, each one wearing designer casual sports gear and carrying fine leather sports bags in pastel shades.
They eyed Deacon as they passed, smiling and making long eyes at him and Charlie grinned.
Once they were gone and they had reached the reception area he laughed and said, "Are your ears red? Cuz I bet they are talking about you - or your ass might be feeling a bit flushed because they were checking it out."