"So... You really don't know how to dance?" Rhonda asked in a voice slightly less confident than usual. The black-haired teenager was dressed in a slick red dress that matched her figure quite well.
Patty, who was still big, but no longer awkwardly so, nodded. The blond girl grew into a pleasant beauty. Her unibrow was neatly trimmed and her golden hair was over her shoulders. She wore a simple blue dress that complimented her dedicatedness. Rhonda called it her masterpiece.
With a sigh, the younger girl answered nonchalantly. "I see." Noticing Patty's frown, she added, "Then we must change this, obviously."
Patty's only hint of what the stylish girl was going to do next was a wink that sent a blush through her larger cheeks. Rhonda dragged Patty in a impressive fit of strength to the middle of the saloon where other couples were dancing. Patty realized with slight panic that they were the only girls dancing (or trying to, in her case) together. But as soon as she touched the other girl's hands, Patty felt lighter. The warmth of the smaller girl's hand and the aroma of fancy perfume almost made Patty overhear everything Rhonda was saying.
Only a few moments later did Patty realize she was actually leading, rather than being led. With a frown, she asked Rhonda.
"How come I'm leading? I'm a girl!"
"Oh please, Patricia. Surely you don't expect me to lead now, do you?" Rhonda answered haughtily, but there was also mirth in her words. "We can change later."
Something in Rhonda's tone and smirk made Party awfully uncomfortable - but the good kind of uncomfortable. She couldn't care less if others were watching and apparently, neither could Rhonda. Her previous statement had been somewhat of a lie as well; it's not that Patty didn't know how to dance, but she wasn't exactly skilled in it either. Her only experience had been with Harold, who ironically turned out to be her and Rhonda's ex - and the reason that brought them together after so many trials.
There was something different in this dance, however. Perhaps it was the fact that she was leading or because the was dancing with another girl, but there was definitely something different. Standing close to Rhonda and holding her hand with no qualms from the younger girl always made Patty much calmer. Rhonda also toned down her cruel remarks and snobbishness when near her since she knew how Patty hated that type of attitude. In a way, the completed each other with their differences.
A squeeze in her right hand brought her attention back to Rhonda's face and Patty realized she had been looking only at their feet for the last few minutes. Rhonda didn't seem to mind, though. With another one of the Lloyd's famous smiles and with a visible twinkle in her eyes, Rhonda whispered secretly to Patty.
"You lied, Patricia." Noticing Patty's frown - she would never lie to Rhonda - the black-haired girl continued with the same smile, "You do know how to dance."
Patty couldn't help but laugh lightheartedly. Rhonda always knew how to make things work.
Ballroom dancing
Patty, who was still big, but no longer awkwardly so, nodded. The blond girl grew into a pleasant beauty. Her unibrow was neatly trimmed and her golden hair was over her shoulders. She wore a simple blue dress that complimented her dedicatedness. Rhonda called it her masterpiece.
With a sigh, the younger girl answered nonchalantly. "I see." Noticing Patty's frown, she added, "Then we must change this, obviously."
Patty's only hint of what the stylish girl was going to do next was a wink that sent a blush through her larger cheeks. Rhonda dragged Patty in a impressive fit of strength to the middle of the saloon where other couples were dancing. Patty realized with slight panic that they were the only girls dancing (or trying to, in her case) together. But as soon as she touched the other girl's hands, Patty felt lighter. The warmth of the smaller girl's hand and the aroma of fancy perfume almost made Patty overhear everything Rhonda was saying.
Only a few moments later did Patty realize she was actually leading, rather than being led. With a frown, she asked Rhonda.
"How come I'm leading? I'm a girl!"
"Oh please, Patricia. Surely you don't expect me to lead now, do you?" Rhonda answered haughtily, but there was also mirth in her words. "We can change later."
Something in Rhonda's tone and smirk made Party awfully uncomfortable - but the good kind of uncomfortable. She couldn't care less if others were watching and apparently, neither could Rhonda. Her previous statement had been somewhat of a lie as well; it's not that Patty didn't know how to dance, but she wasn't exactly skilled in it either. Her only experience had been with Harold, who ironically turned out to be her and Rhonda's ex - and the reason that brought them together after so many trials.
There was something different in this dance, however. Perhaps it was the fact that she was leading or because the was dancing with another girl, but there was definitely something different. Standing close to Rhonda and holding her hand with no qualms from the younger girl always made Patty much calmer. Rhonda also toned down her cruel remarks and snobbishness when near her since she knew how Patty hated that type of attitude. In a way, the completed each other with their differences.
A squeeze in her right hand brought her attention back to Rhonda's face and Patty realized she had been looking only at their feet for the last few minutes. Rhonda didn't seem to mind, though. With another one of the Lloyd's famous smiles and with a visible twinkle in her eyes, Rhonda whispered secretly to Patty.
"You lied, Patricia." Noticing Patty's frown - she would never lie to Rhonda - the black-haired girl continued with the same smile, "You do know how to dance."
Patty couldn't help but laugh lightheartedly. Rhonda always knew how to make things work.