Its jack on the dance floor... he knows how to move it!

Who: Keats Jack and anyone caring to watch
When: Far to late, or early...
Where: duh
OOC-Right havent posted for a bit, caus im in south africa playing
rugby for queen and country, just in case your interested, we won
yesterday 36-6 against Perow, hell, i even scored a beauty between
the posts! anyway, im assuming the dance is still on so booya!
Keats and Jack were sitting in the corner of the dance room sipping
beer, well, 'sitting' is stretching it abit, especially in Keats
case, but still.. Anyway... Keats managed to pull his head around to
face Jack just enough so that he could see his head. Jacks eyes were
thin and alert, he was glaring around the room at people. 'Jack..
Lessh dance.. sshoe thesh people how to really do it!' Keats
attempted a prideful punch on his stomach and missed, sending his
glass flying. 'John, like i said before, i dont dan-' 'Why not eh..
hehe, gotta impres those la-hay-dies' Jack thought quickly 'I-i had a
bad.. experience when i was younger... yeah, anyway, i dont have to
dance to pull' Keats laughed for a while and fell off his seat,
dragging himself back up, he resumed his posistion 'Come on Jack,
when was the last ime i saw you with a lay-dee eh? come on.. you
could wipe the arse with your dancing shkills, hehe, go on, do it'
Jack stared at Keats 'Look, ive been concentrating on my career -
<Keats Laughing> - on my career, so i havent had much time, and i
said before I DONT DANCE!'
<tag, Jack>