Re: Pandora and Wayne
It only took her nudge to get Wayne's feet under him, so to speak, and he soon had the basic salsa steps down, with less hip motion than was displayed by the experts. What had they called it? Cuban motion? It'd been eons since he'd seen that film, anyway.
"Better?" he asked, after a moment. "I'm not going to incur your wrath, am I?" He winked, sure she wouldn't hex him for that, but it was a fun idea. Wait. What?
Maybe he needed more to drink.
"Did you know," he began, putting on his trying-to-impress-someone hat, "salsa is named just like the dip? Because it has lots of different ingredients from lots of different kinds of dance?" Wayne didn't remember where he'd picked that up, and it sounded like it could be true.