( slow-dance meme )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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Jessica Rabbit | Who Framed Roger Rabbit

[drawn_that_way]

[caster_blaster]

It's not often that Gene gets to go to classy places. His line of work usually doesn't coincide with the circles that people like Jessica run in. Still, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. The hardest part was getting a clean outfit.

"Well now, I think I'm gonna' like this body-guard gig," Gene said, striding up to Jessica in the dim light of the dance floor, "Guess I can't very well let a lady dance alone, can I?"

[drawn_that_way]

"Well you could, but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of you." She smirked a bit and then just slid into his arms, one hand on his shoulder the other held in his.

"So your a body guard hm? See any danger for my body?"

[caster_blaster]

"Hey, you never know. The world can be a dangerous place, right?" he said, a low chuckle in his voice. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing the top of it before returning it to dancing position.

"It's clear that a woman like you could have dangerous men after her. I'll have to be sure to make sure I stay by your side all night. Professional courtesy, of course."

They moved by the balcony as the music played on.

[drawn_that_way]

"I have to tell you, I've never had a body guard before. Most toons just blow off anything that comes our way, frying pans, refrigerators, ten ton weights...but I'm glad I have you to make sure I'm safe, Mr. Starwind."

Music, moonlight, a little light mania from the toons on the grounds below, it was to be expected. But the music was sweet and the room was pleasant, if chilly as they moved past the large open space of the balcony.

"I appreciate the courtesy, ever since the Judge got wiped out things seemed safe, but you never really can tell."

[caster_blaster]

"Anything except that "dip" incident, hm? The formula is still out there, and technology keeps marching forward. Chances will only increase that some other whack-job wants to take out people like you over petty grudges."

He twirled her around, then dipped her low.

"Besides, people from the other side of the ocean, like me, have as much to fear from it as you do. The difference is, business is different there. We can die and kill with a bit more ease. Leaves toons like you free to keep your hands clean."

[drawn_that_way]

"That was no incident, it was flat out murder. The Judge was a bad toon plain and simple." She was clearly still not 100% over all that, but then again she was very nearly dissolved out of existence by the machine so...she has her reasons.

"Who would have a grudge against me? I'm just an entertainer." She bent with the dipping and somehow still managed to defy gravity with a ridiculous jiggle.

"You saying you're a killer? Some how I find that hard to believe."

[caster_blaster]

"When I have to," he said, continuing to scan the surroundings as they moved across the floor, "I don't try to, but the guys I did kill had it comin'. It was either them or me, or someone else's life in danger."

He whirled her around, lifting her by the waist high into the air, before putting her back down again.

"And do you have a husband, Miss Rabbit?"

[drawn_that_way]

Well, well, well look who was full of all kinds of surprises. She moved with him and listened as he spoke, it seemed he had a dangerous life, something a toon was not really capable of understanding.

SHe gasped as he picked her up, and for someone so generous in the figure as herself she weighed barely anything at all, must be light acrylic paint.

"I do, name's Roger, Roger Rabbit. I don't know where he is, he hasn't so much as sent a post card in over three years."

[caster_blaster]

"That's a crying shame," he said, giving a small smile as he reached up to cup her cheek, "I'd never leave a woman like you alone for too long. I don't think my body would be able to take it. Girl like you's got to be one in a million."

[drawn_that_way]

"He has his career, I knew that from the day we met. I think it became more important to him and he just sort of forgot about me." She sighed and shrugged, it was to be expected with a rabbit like Roger, he was in demand and exceptionally talented, it might never have lasted this long if not for that whole incident with the Judge years back.

"I think I'm pretty reproducible with the right paints, but deep down there is only one, Jessica."

[caster_blaster]

He managed to get one more glide across the floor before the music ended, finishing up with a flourish and a bow to her. He stepped back from her, a happy grin on his face.

"This is one of the most enjoyable body-guarding ventures I've been a part of," he said, crossing his arms, "And the night's been quiet, too. I don't think you have too much to worry about, tonight."

[drawn_that_way]

"I was surprised to get a body guard, but I guess I feel safer for it. I mean you wouldn't let anything bad happen to my body, would you?"

She smiled, it really was the way she was drawn, that husky voice, those outrageous proportions, te noir vamp look and actions. She was just that way, well..maybe she enjoyed it too...a little..or a lot.

[caster_blaster]

"And with your husband gone for so long and all, are you remaining...faithful?" he asked, testing the waters as he went to fix himself a drink.

"Three years is...Well, let's just say I wouldn't be able to hold myself back that long."

[drawn_that_way]

"If you're asking if I still consider myself married, things don't quite work the same way for toons as they do for humans and other people. I love my huny bunny, and I always will, but I'm more or less a comedy widow at this point."

Well even before he left there were a lot of times Roger was just not there.

"And when he was patty cake was about as hot and steamy as things got with him. I think poor Roger would have had a heart attack if we ever even tried to have sex."

[caster_blaster]

"I can see how that could be a lot for most any guy to deal with. Even seeing you with clothes on is enough to blow most guys' eyes through the back of their heads. I saw the reactions when you were up on that stage."

Gene swirled his bourbon in his glass before gesturing to the bottles.

"You want anything, while I'm up here?"

[drawn_that_way]

She smiled, she knew the effect she had and it was by design, quite literally. But that was how she put food ont he table so who was she to argue?

Jessica demurred the drink with a gloved palm. "No thanks, ink and alcohol don't mix well. But please enjoy it yourself."

[caster_blaster]

He knocked back some of the drink, savoring it for a moment before heading back to her side.

"Well, the night's still young. Is there anything you'd like to do, while we wait this out?" he asked, looking out the balcony, "I'm open to ideas."

[drawn_that_way]

"What do you normally do on assignments like this? I admit I find the whole thing fascinating and a little exciting."

It was a novelty for her and she was drinking it in. She rested an arm around his shoulders, might as well keep her protector close, right?

[caster_blaster]

"That really depends on a hell of a lot of variables, Jessica. How bad the area is, what kind of job it is, who it is I'm doing the work for. No two missions are exactly the same. There's really no "normal" to it."

His arms went around her waist. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

"Though a lot of the time I tend to bodyguard beautiful women. Those times I usually have to pull...double-duty. At least back home."