Greeting Talon Stormcrow and Eruanna as he went, the Saucepan Man led the Mistress of Thunder on to the dance floor. He too wasn't quite sure how this was going to work out. He loved to dance, but he mainly danced by himself.
"Well, a Thunder Mistress must be used to noise", he thought to himself wickedly.
"How about a waltz, my dear?", he suggested, his eyes twinkling.
Sophia looked doubtfully at the speakers blasting out heavy rock music, but shrugged her shoulders and joined him on the floor nevetherless.
A sudden cacophony roused all the guests. They turned their heads to the dance floor to watch in amazement as Saucepan and Sophia waltzed from one end of the floor to the other, Saucepan with a happy smile on his face as his pots and pans clanged and crashed and Sophia's cheeks slowly flushed redder and redder.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]
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