"Hey, I'm sorry you had to come do this, Squaw," I apologized. "At any rate, now you're Master Cylinder, right?"
"Yeah," he muttered. He was still looking upset.
"There's more?" I asked in disbelief.
"Forget it," he mumbled. "I'll get a job and become Master SomethingElse myself."
I glared at him until he met my glaze. "Just spit it out, Squaw."
"It's so totally bad."
"I don't care. Tell me," I insisted.
"Okay... but, gee whiz, this sounds bad." He shook his head. "He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that—and this is his plural, not mine"—he lifted one hand from my waist to make air quotes—"'We'll be watching you sleep.'" He watched warily for my reaction.
It sounded like something from a mafia movie. I Laughed Out Loud.
"Sorry you had to do this, Squaw," I snickered.
"I don't mind that much." He grinned with relief. His eyes were appraising as they raked quickly over my chiffon. "So, should I tell him you said to butt the hell out?" he asked hopefully.
"No," I sighed. "Tell him I said thanks. I know he means well."
The song ended and I drooped my arms.
His hands hesitated at my waist, and he glanced at my bum leg. "Do you want to dance again? Or I could help you get somewhere? Maybe something to drink?"

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