Dean was enjoying being part of the show as much as the other boys were, but there was something niggling in the back of his brain trying to get his attention, insisting that something wasn't quite right. He just couldn't focus on it, not when he was busy enjoying the dancers getting him all hot and bothered.
Hot and...
That was it. Someone dancing around under those hot lights should be covered in sweat, be warm to the touch at least. Not cool, bordering on cold.
Testing his sudden horrible idea, he eased out the flask of holy water he'd shoved in his pocket before leaving the hotel out of habit, flipped the cap off and splashed some on the dancer who was all but licking his neck.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: At the Show
Date: 2006-11-12 02:04 am (UTC)Hot and...
That was it. Someone dancing around under those hot lights should be covered in sweat, be warm to the touch at least. Not cool, bordering on cold.
Testing his sudden horrible idea, he eased out the flask of holy water he'd shoved in his pocket before leaving the hotel out of habit, flipped the cap off and splashed some on the dancer who was all but licking his neck.