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Computers, Conferences and Kisses
By 11.30 the party was in full swing, everyone having already drunk enough for their inhibitions to be very low indeed. Having convinced Blaze that Tara was seriously off-limits to her, Willow was having a great time. She’d found that she actually knew a large amount of people there and having gotten caught up in reminiscing and drinking, she was now feeling a little worse for wear.
Despite not being the focus of Willows attention, Tara too was enjoying herself, both she and Vince had sung and danced their way through the evening, joining in with the odd verse of ‘Superman’, Vince leaping around and doing all the actions much to the delight of the people who had been sat around the bar at the time.
As the alcohol flowed, the music got cheesier and the crowd became even more excited by it. Blaze’s voice bellowed over the microphone,Tarahadn’t noticed before that she was English and wondered how that had escaped her. “Hi-De-Hi?” she bellowed, hoping that the crowd would understand and respond. “Hi-De-Ho!!” they yelled back in unison, ‘thank god for the campness!’ Blaze thought, breathing a huge sigh of relief. “Make some noise for your bar staff!!” she screamed and the entire group turned towards Vince and Tara, cheering and waving their arms, boas and some even waving articles of clothing.
David had appeared in the doorway, his unpredictable temper and mood swings all but forgotten he was smiling, actually smiling! Blaze continued her assault on the ears of the partygoers, as the familiar sounds of Black Lace’s ‘Agadoo’ burst into the room. “Well…. Go get ‘em!” she yelled.
The crowd collectively began singing, a tall man ran to the bar and grabbed Vince by the hand, dragging him from behind the bar to join that party for at least one song.Taramanaged to politely reject offers to join the melee, insisting that someone should be at the bar. She saw Willow talking to David in the corner and smiled sadly, the red-head had barely spoken to her all night and she couldn’t help but wonder if all they’d had was based purely on lust.
I met a hula mistress somewhere in Waikiki,
Well, she was selling pineapple, playing ukulele,
And when I went to the girl, “Come on and teach me to sway,”
She laughed and whispered to me, “Yes, come tonight to the bay.”
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