Re: 2200
Jack could never do it, that was for sure. He was strong, and fairly tall, but still—that was more coordination than he could ever dream of having. Ever. Jack could only watch in jealous awe, wishing he could dance like that—or even just keep from stepping on his partners’ toes, he’d be happy with that.
“I mean, damn,” Jack laughed, shaking his head, sounding rather young and boyish. “You’ve got them all going! Me, I can hardly keep myself on two feet, never mind move around like that.” He snorted, shaking his head, taking another sip of his beer as he shot the breeze. “That’s one thing the army doesn’t give you—coordination.”
Then again, he’d only actually been in the army for a couple of months. Jack wasn’t really sure if he’d get coordination or not… but he was pretty sure that they didn’t offer dance classes.
“Well that certainly wasn’t enough for me,” Jack snorted, lifting the bottle to his lips again. “Hell, Broadway didn’t even do anything, and that’s right in front of you! I guess I’m so bad at it that you’ve gotta take normal lessons a step further. A one-on-one, or something,” the young man laughed, rolling his eyes at himself, using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe his forehead. “I’m Jack, by the way,” he said, offering a hand to the other man.