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couples on the floor, voicing over their sweet nothings. 
Beth was having so much fun that she completely forgot about Colton. 
Unfortunate, as he had just zeroed in on her location.
    "There
you are, you wily little cy-ote," he chided.
    She
grimaced as she looked up at him, almost breaking her neck in the
process.  Were there such things as steroids that made a person
tall?  Beth was about to throw her lesbian card, hoping Leah wouldn't mind
playing along, when Colton yanked her up from the couch and prodded her onto
the dance floor.
    If he
were merely a bad dancer, the experience might not have been quite as
painful.  But Colton was a bad dancer who thought he was Fred
Astaire.  This, combined with his height and his blatant lack of consideration
for others, and Beth knew she would be waking up in pain tomorrow.
    ~:~
    William
looked on as Beth was thrown miserably around the makeshift dance floor. 
Her partner really was clueless - kind of like Kara.  William hadn't
responded to a single thing she'd said in the last ten minutes.  He wished
she'd let go of his arm.  His only motivation for not shrugging her off
was the hope of a reaction from Beth.  Her eyes had darted over curiously
during the quad movie, and the look she'd given William earlier tonight proved
that she'd noticed Kara's lack of respect for personal space.  Could she
possibly be jealous?  Not likely.  But William realized that he liked
the idea.
    When
the first song of Beth's torture ended she tried to graciously disentangle
herself, but the hick was having none of it.  He retained her for a second
dance, and then a third.  By the beginning of the fourth song, she tried
to full on sprint for the stairway, but the redneck simply clapped a hand on
her shoulder and pulled her back.
    Time
for an intervention, William thought, separating himself from
Kara.  He squared his shoulders, stepped forward and tapped Texas on the
shoulder.
    "Mind
if I cut in?"
    Instead
of posturing as William had expected, Texas threw his head back in
laughter.  "Another bull in the pasture, eh?  I don't mind a
little competition.  I'll be back, darlin'.  My mouth's drier than a
desert cactus at high noon."  He pinched her cheek affectionately,
then veered toward the refreshments.  Beth rubbed her cheek, and when her
hand dropped, William saw a red mark.  He swallowed his anger and held out
a hand to her.  She regarded him for a moment, deliberating.
    "Out
of cash?" she asked in what was clearly meant to be an icy tone.  But
it was hollow.  All of her bravado had leaked away.  William just
looked at her, his hand still outstretched.
    She
sighed dramatically, then put her hand in his and stepped closer to him.
    "You're
welcome, by the way," William said a moment later.
    Beth's
eyes were the color of black olives, and the dim lighting made them seem large
and innocent - like a puppy's.  Her hair had been pulled back at the sides
and hung free in the back.  She wore a fitted red top and a denim skirt
that ended just below her knee.  Her legs were sheathed in knee-high boots
that accentuated their…….well, legginess.  As William scrutinized her, he
noted an unnatural looking slit in her skirt that ran up to mid-thigh.  He
raised an eyebrow.
    "Colton,"
Beth explained, miffed.  "This skirt's a little narrow for swing
dancing."
    William
nodded, trying and failing to conceal a smile.  "He improved
it."
    Beth
pinned him with a cold look and then rolled her eyes.  Her beautiful,
dark, bright eyes.  Could eyes be dark and bright at the same time? 
One of the things William had noticed about Beth was that she wore very little
makeup.  With her stop-and-stare eyes and creamy fair skin, she didn't
need to.
    "What?"
Beth asked shortly after a minute.
    William
hadn't realized he'd been staring.  Again.  He cleared his throat,
reminding himself to be a gentleman.
    "I
was just wondering why you're such a pop-off."
    "Poor
William.  You like your girls to hang limp