Post by Irishman on Nov 28, 2008 21:46:46 GMT -5
Seen at the Heart & Clan, Pub & Eatery:
'Ok, now who wants a lively tune, an' who wants ta dance? I think we will start wit' the beat of the Bodhran ta start wit'. P'haps we can entice some o' these beautiful Ladies ta dance fer us?'
Looking abou the room, Irishman sees several patrons perk up at the thought o' Hermione dancing, or perhaps Asaria, or even , heaven forfend, Torra!
Beginning with a quiet but upbeat tempo, Irishman start to get the attention of the crowd drawn to himself. Feeling that most of the patrons were with him, Irishman ups the sound and begins to dance, winking and nodding at several customers, they stroll out to the floor with their thumbs tucked behind their belts. Altogether, they begin to prance about the room, swirling around tables, toes and then heels stomping together, rousing the house to stomping along. Irishman ups the beat again and this time TartanTerror is coaxed out from behind the bar. She proceeeds to dance 'round Irishman, moving her legs like quicksilver, measuring the beat, and taking the lead. Irishman quiets his own drum, allowing her to take center stage as it were. Giving accompaniment to her movements, but allowing her to set the pace. The other dancers remain dancing in place, all eyes on TT, watching her graceful movements, continuing the stomp, but at every third beat behind her.
Tartan terror, reveling in the dance that Irishman taught her, looses herself in the dance and with swirls and stomps breaks the heart of every man in the room, as the dance rounds to an end she settles into a slow graceful strut that raises the blood in every man in the room. Coming to an end, she winks at her benfactor, and bows to him afore bowing to the room in general.
Then, the crowd parting before her, she goes back to the bar and resumes filling mugs as she rests from the dance.
Irishman looks after her, smiling the special smile he gives to those he truly cares for. Then he announces to the room, 'That there is Tartan Terror, me own li'l touch o' heaven. Respect her, for it took years o' hard work ta dance so well, she surpasses me!'
'Ok, now who wants a lively tune, an' who wants ta dance? I think we will start wit' the beat of the Bodhran ta start wit'. P'haps we can entice some o' these beautiful Ladies ta dance fer us?'
Looking abou the room, Irishman sees several patrons perk up at the thought o' Hermione dancing, or perhaps Asaria, or even , heaven forfend, Torra!
Beginning with a quiet but upbeat tempo, Irishman start to get the attention of the crowd drawn to himself. Feeling that most of the patrons were with him, Irishman ups the sound and begins to dance, winking and nodding at several customers, they stroll out to the floor with their thumbs tucked behind their belts. Altogether, they begin to prance about the room, swirling around tables, toes and then heels stomping together, rousing the house to stomping along. Irishman ups the beat again and this time TartanTerror is coaxed out from behind the bar. She proceeeds to dance 'round Irishman, moving her legs like quicksilver, measuring the beat, and taking the lead. Irishman quiets his own drum, allowing her to take center stage as it were. Giving accompaniment to her movements, but allowing her to set the pace. The other dancers remain dancing in place, all eyes on TT, watching her graceful movements, continuing the stomp, but at every third beat behind her.
Tartan terror, reveling in the dance that Irishman taught her, looses herself in the dance and with swirls and stomps breaks the heart of every man in the room, as the dance rounds to an end she settles into a slow graceful strut that raises the blood in every man in the room. Coming to an end, she winks at her benfactor, and bows to him afore bowing to the room in general.
Then, the crowd parting before her, she goes back to the bar and resumes filling mugs as she rests from the dance.
Irishman looks after her, smiling the special smile he gives to those he truly cares for. Then he announces to the room, 'That there is Tartan Terror, me own li'l touch o' heaven. Respect her, for it took years o' hard work ta dance so well, she surpasses me!'