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slayer_fray ([personal profile] slayer_fray) wrote2005-08-20 05:37 pm
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[Out of Milliways: Suite 132]

Melaka Fray has faced vampires, demons, stone giant knights, thousand foot-long snakes, gunslinging wizards, the SuperDrain of doom, and Indiana Jones before his coffee.

Now she may have faced her match. The one thing she can't defeat. Brought into the flat by Lilly, Mel's facing the greatest challenge yet.

Dance Dance Revolution

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Caring nothing for his new predicament, his other hand pinches her thigh.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Unamused but not trying to escape, Indy snaps his teeth at her. Yes, he will stoop to biting.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He lands on the carpet with a loud thud and an even louder shout of dismay. From his prone position he gasps and splutters his annoyance.

"Oof! Hey! That's right out of order. Bloody slayer."

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He hauls himself to his feet and reassmebles his robe, petulantly pulling the cord tight and turning away. "I oughta... grrr."

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He whirls around, feigning extreme anger. "Slap the shit outta you."

There's a smirk lurking at the corners of his mouth though. He can't hide it.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're asking for it, Kicky."

"You know I've beaten Mike in slap fights, right?" he warns.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then... it's on!" he growls.

He rolls up the thick toweline sleeves of his robe. "Watch out for my right slap to the belly. It gets Mike everytime." And wihtout much warning, he sends one in. It's a feint though, and a left follows almost simulataneously, aimed at her upper arm.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy fights back, his hands quickly becoming a blur of frenzied slapping. There's the crack and thud of palms hitting home on both sides. And there's laughter interspersed with yelps of sharp pain.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
And as a battle royal is waged across the mat, the rythmic stamping as they jockey for position seems to initiate a new game. They don't notice the music, nor the startling number of correct moves they pull off as they batter each other playfully.

Suddenly, the music stops and there's a high pitched celebratory jingle. The TV screen flashes LEVEL COMPLETE boldly and cheerfully. Indy doesn't notice, such is the fury of his current onslaught.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-20 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ok ok... geez. You win," Indy moans up from the floor, nursing a sore ass for the second time in ten minutes. "You play too rough. I hate to think what Mike has to put up with in the sack."