Voxer & Christie: A Love Story
-Is it getting better Voxer?
-Nah Christie, not when I’ve never seen you looking so lovely
-Do you feel the same?
-As you did tonight? Yeah lovely alright, bleedin’ lovely
-Will it make it easier on you now?
-That I’ve never seen you shine so bright?
-No smartarse, that you got someone to blame
-I just don’t like to dance
-You say one love
-I don’t
-One life
-Well that I might have said once or twice
-One life
-Alright I do, but it doesn’t rule out there bein’ a next life
-It’s one need in the night Voxer
-Dancing? I’ve never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance
-One love
-You can dance with other people Christie
-One love
-Why? Why does it have to be love? it’s only bleedin’ dancing. What’s wrong with all those other fellas? They’re only looking for a little romance. D’ya think it’s your powers of arithmetic they’re tryin’ to get?
-Get to share it
-Well given half a chance maybe, but couldn’t ya just show them how it is that you do your thirteen times tables?
-Leaves you darling, if you don’t care for it
-I’ve never seen ya not care for maths. And I’ve never seen that dress you’re wearing
-Did I disappoint you?
-No. It’s lovely; I’ve just never seen it before, or the highlights in your hair, come to think of it
-Leave a bad taste in your mouth?
-Musta been; when we were snoggin’ I was thinkin’ it was something I was after eatin’
-You act like you never had love
-Why d’ya have to keep goin’ on about that? I’ve said umpteen times I’ve had love
-And you want me to go without
-No, I never said that, I never even thought that. Goin’ without a dance with me is not goin’ without love; I don’t understand why ya can’t dance with any of the fellas that catch your eyes
-Well it’s too late, tonight
-That’s so bleedin typical. This happens every time; you want to dance but ya won’t dance; everyone wants to dance with ya but you’re afraid they’re after your mathematical prowess when they’re really after their hole; And it’s all my fault because I don’t like dancin’ And then when I persuade ya that it might just be grand, you call time on it. What do ya want me to do?
-To drag the past out
-Oh god, I have been blind, it’s so bleedin’ obvious, drag the past out, drag the past out. Isn’t that what we do every weekend? Where exactly are we going with all this dragging the past out?
-Into the light. We’re one.
-Oh spare me! That woman was right about you. She said a little bit of how’s your father and you’d be saying we’re the same person
-but we’re not the same; what woman?
-The lady in the cloakroom the night we met
-We get to carry each other
-If we’re both scuttered; it’s not love. And even then, only if the caffeine in Red Bull is dancing with me
-Something gets to dance with ya then?
-Cheek to cheek
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