[Cake having been cut and people now enjoying the fruits of his labors, Eugene made sure to acquire a piece for his number one fan and brought it over to the DJ station, grinning with half of his mouth and picking his way expertly through the crowd. How long had it been? Longer than it should have been, since they'd danced. This time Jack had nice shoes and an equally nice suit, which showed just how well he did clean up. Clearing his throat, drowned out by the music, Eugene leaned in for a quick peck to Jack's cheek while offering him a slice]
You're not getting out of this, you know. None of it. I get to request the next song.
[And the next dance. Jack may have two left feet, but they were Eugene's two left feet. However that worked. Luckily, he had a right and a left foot now. And the opportunity would not be squandered.]
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You're not getting out of this, you know. None of it. I get to request the next song.
[And the next dance. Jack may have two left feet, but they were Eugene's two left feet. However that worked. Luckily, he had a right and a left foot now. And the opportunity would not be squandered.]