The Roof, Sunday Night

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Dawn dragged her CD player up to the roof, plugged it in over by Bel's plants, and let loose--spinning and twirling and basically dancing like no one was watching--because they weren't. The music at the dance had been great, but Dawn was feeling the serious need to boogie to something from the latter half of the century.

Sometimes there was just no place for joy and happiness to go but out.


[ooc: Post is open to all--bring your own music and be a dancing fool!]

Comments

[notajar]

"Clearly not," Door agrees with a smile. "This place is still here, after all."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Bridge nods. "And there was no music at all in that version of reality, which is just..." he makes a face.

[notajar]

"No music would be awful," Door agrees. "Though that'd have been a quick clue if we'd got to the dance and there wasn't any."