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Snide comments swiftly resume their mantle in our relationship and don’t bother slowing down until we’re both out of the shower, wrapped in towels, and headed to the kitchen to pull The Kid into our juvenile arguing about past and present musicians.
“Ask him,” I continue to chuckle, sound redirecting Kipp’s attention away from his phone over to us. “Ask him about Chicago.”
Confusion doesn’t hesitate to crinkle his face. “The assembly plant?”
“The band,” Rabbit replies when she arrives directly in front of him.
“That’s a band?”
“Ohmygod!” She squawks in further outrage, igniting more snickers in me. “How do you not know that?! How do you know it’s an assembly plant but not a band?! Did you take an early nap during music class that day?”
The Kid flashes her his middle finger prior to passing me a freshly made cup of coffee.
“What’s next? Telling me that you don’t know any old school dances?”
“Oh, I definitely don’t know any of those.”
“What?!”
“Just keep sayin’ shit to make her squeak like that,” I playfully insist between sips. “It’s like being honked at by a Maserati on the highway.”
Kipp warmly laughs before admitting, “I don’t know how to dance.”
Our girlfriend continues to gawk. “At all?!”
“Nope.”
She swings her stare me. “What about you?”
“I don’t like to dance.”
“But can you?”
Mirth remains in my tone, “I don’t think the distinction between like and can is important.”
“Uh-huh.” Bunny’s smirk grows extra snarky. “So, you can’t dance either?”
My halfhearted shoulder shrug receives an impish eyeroll.
“Seriously? Neither of you can do anything basic like The Cabbage Patch?” Bunny bends her arms and starts rotating them in a clockwise circle with her legs mimicking the motions. “Or the Butterfly?” Her same bent arms and legs start weaving in and out while she bobs her head to a song only she can hear. “Oh! Oh! What about The White Guy Overbite?” Dramatic biting of her bottom lip is followed by her lifting one leg upward, making finger guns, and rolling them around in a poorly timed circle.
The Kid instantly cuts me a puzzled glance. “That last one’s not really a dance move, is it?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“You two better start practicing something,” our woman demands on an amused grunt. “Because they’re playing live music at the restaurant on Friday, and I expect to dance to it.”
My suggestion is shot pre having another sip of coffee, “How about you dance, and we watch?”
“Me dance with someone else?” Her shoulders bouncing is instant. “If that’s what you want…”
“That’s a lot like teddy bear rims on a Ferrari,” The Kid slyly states at the same time I rest my arm on the counter space directly behind me. “That’s something we never want.”
More chuckles escape on a coffee cup tip of agreement in his direction.
Guy knows exactly how to paint a picture I can fuck with.
Always has.
