*cough* Cousin Mordecai couldn’t remember a more exciting event. *cough, cough* Not even this plaguing cough would get him down. The Will-It-Never-Cease-Snowing Dance was tonight!! And Willamina, his one true love, would be in attendance. He’d been practicing the Macarena all day. Tonight she’d finally look at him without disgust. *cough*
Five hours later, Cousin Mordecai, in his new carrot orange tie and yellow suspenders stood in the shadows, eyes on the door. *cough* His dear Willamina had not arrived yet. Was she ill? *cough, cough* Or just running late? It took a while to brush her long, blonde locks. 2.3 hours to be exact. He timed it one nig—he stilled. She was here. *cough, cough* Wearing a gown the same color as her hair.
Pushing his way to the dance floor, he ignored the shouts around him and once Willamina was in his sight began to dance. Right arm out, palm down. Left arm out, palm down. He tapped a beat with his foot since the current song “When a Man Loves a Woman” didn’t seem to have the right one. *cough* Right arm, palm up. Left —umph. Someone pushed into him from behind. No biggie. He’d start over. Right arm out, palm down. She was watching. Left arm out, palm down. Her eyes had widened. She was smiling. Right arm, palm up. A wide, open mouth grin. She elbowed her friend. Pointed at him. Her friend smiled in the same way. *cough, cough* Yes, it was working! Right hand to left shoulder. Left hand to right shoulder. Argh! Another push from behind, this time knocking him off balance. He flew forward and tumbled into his sister, Angel. *cough, cough*
Cousin Mordecai, disgraced at a dance, decided it was best to wait and impress Willamina at the It’s-Too-Frickin’-Hot-Now Dance in July. Maybe he’d learn the Cotton Eyed Joe.
The next morning, Angel scrubbed the stain on her cream dress while cursing her brother. *cough, cough* She’d been scoping out her next victim when he plowed right into her; and that nasty Nyquil flavored punch she held to keep up appearances had splashed on her dress. To top it all off she woke with this nagging cough. *cough, cough, cough*
Three days later, feeling absolutely wretched, Angel went to the doctors. He sent her immediately to bed. She had contracted consumption.
Lord Slogar: 0 points
Professor Helena Slogar: 0 points
Melissa Slogar: 0 points
Grogar: -30 points
Elias E. Gorr: -30 points
The Old Dam: 0 points
Angel: -30 points
Cousin Mordecai: -20 points
Willem Stark: 0
Current Status: Ella’s winning. 😦
(But don’t gloat, dear Ella. This is just the beginning. . . *creepy laugh*)
Gloomy Writing Prompt: Write a scene detailing how your character was disgraced at a dance. Don’t forget to insert a link to your post in the comments.
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