justdidntseeit | [[ wheelsy, south carolina // saturday night, henenlotter's saddle lounge ]]

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[[ wheelsy, south carolina // saturday night, henenlotter's saddle lounge ]]

[ "we can't cancel, can we?" ]

She threads her fingers with Bill's as she takes his proffered hand.

(Convincing him had been easy; a simple, "It's your last weekend as a free man -- let's go out on Saturday" had gotten an immediate smile and a nod of agreement. The hard part was assuring him they should stay in town instead of driving to Columbia for a night out.)

Gravel crunches beneath her heels as she slides from the cab of the truck.

"S'pretty crowded tonight," he says with a glance around the parking lot.

"Let's hope there's not another rodeo on," she teases, squeezing his hand. She ignores the tight feeling in the pit of her stomach and doesn't let herself double-check for June's car as they cross the gravel lot.

Bill holds the door for her and she ducks inside; the four-piece band stops warming up and the lodge buzzes with the hushed hum of nearly a hundred people.

When Bill steps in beside her, the house lights flash.

"SURPRISE!"

Resisting the urge to bite the inside of her cheek (and stifling a laugh at the hand-painted Welcome Back ~~Sherr~~ Sheriff!! banner), Kate turns to give him a hopeful smile.

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Bill gets soundly trounced on the big screens but doesn't seem to mind at all as he walks off grinning, looking through the clear glass bottom of his mug as he finishes his latest beer.

He wanders through the crowd, getting plenty of attention from everybody.

Walking past Tracie and her friends he spots Kate and head in her direction.

Kate meets Bill's eyes across the room and smiles, giving Sarah's arm a quick squeeze before she starts to make her way toward him; meanwhile, Bill doesn't wander past Tracie without her notice.

"Bill, c'mere, you big ol' guest of honor."

"Bill Pardy," Amanda says at the same time, grinning, "get your keister over here this minute. There's congratulations in order."

He returns Kate's smile and almost doesn't hear his name being called out.

Stopping, he looks around and spots the ladies and gives them a friendly smile.

"Hey, girls."

Just like California was not even there
Since it's gone I'm so withdrawn
I ain't got no one nowhere

Tracie wraps him in a hug, the smell of freesia and cigarette smoke clinging to her hair and clothes. She plants a quick peck on his cheek.

"You havin' a good time?"

Right beside the ocean, my darling Clementine
Well the water got high and she never got dry and
She was a water sign

Amanda replaces Tracie as soon as Tracie takes a half-step back, sidling beneath his arm.

"Enjoyin' yourself, sheriff?"

Time is on my bad side
Halfway there just wouldn't be fair
So we're going all the way tonight

He nods to both of them, still smiling and the tips of his ears a little red.

"Yeah, real good time. S'great party."

"Well, good." Amanda gives his waist a squeeze, bumping his hip with hers. "You deserve a good time, seein' as it's back to the grind come Monday."

"She's right," Tracie says with a nod. "You'd better cut loose while you can -- "

"And that means giving Rudy at least one more run for his money," Kate says with an easy smile as she approaches, refusing to let her eyes linger on Amanda's arm around Bill.

"Hey, now, I been lookin' forward to the grind," He shakes his head at them, smile wide.

His eyes leave the two ladies and focus on Kate when he hears her voice.

Flashing a quick smile at Amanda, he takes his arm back and steps out of her hold, moving towards Kate.

"Actually, I'd kinda like t'ask someone to a dance."

Just like California to make a fool of me
Steal the sideshow, burn the disco, slide into the sea
I'm a thinking person, and I think that it's wrong
To keep on saying true love's waiting when true love is long gone

Kate sees Amanda's expression flatten for half an instant before a too-friendly smile is back in its place.

Time is on my bad side
Halfway there just wouldn't be fair
So we're going all the way tonight

Refocusing on Bill, she tips her head to look at him and breathes out a chuckle as the band finishes their latest number.

"This someone sounds pretty lucky."

Applause breaks out, punctuated by a few enthusiastic shouts and whistles, and a slower number starts.

Standing on the corner of Sixth and How To Forget
Trying to do right by you all night, Annette

"I still say it's me who's the lucky one, but we already agreed to disagree on that one."

He gives her a warm, fond smile and offers his hand.

"So, how 'bout it, you wanna dance?"

"I think I could make some time for you."

She folds her hand in his, and the light behind his blue eyes is almost enough to make her forget she doesn't want him back on duty, and that he still doesn't know how upset June is, either.

You can go ahead and get married, and this will be our secret thing
I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing

I don't want to get you all worked up
Except secretly I do

He gives her hand a squeeze then leads her out to the dance floor.

Settling into a slow dance with her he couldn't drop his smile if both their lives depended on it.

"Wanted t'say thank you for settin' this up, Kate. Was a real big surprise."

He's not exactly sober, his cheeks are warm and his smile is almost silly, but that doesn't affect his steps any as he keeps time with the music.

He wasn't lying when he told her he's a decent dancer -- in fact, he's really good.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you

"You're welcome -- but you need to thank Sarah, too," she says as she moves with him, following his steps with ease. "She had a huge hand in this."

They draw more than a few appreciative glances and even a drunken, "Git 'er done, sheriff!" that causes Kate to bury her burning face in Bill's shoulder.

"She's been feedin' me desserts all night, so I've thanked her a time or two."

Reaching up he brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"Means somethin' different with you, though, 'cause I didn't know how-- "

The 'Git'er done' interupts him and he laughs, raising his hand to Kate's shoulder to try and help her hide her embarrasment.

"Am I gonna hafta drag you out an' kick your ass, Clint? 'Cause you know I'll be more'n happy to."

She laughs into Bill's shirt as he shields her from most of the onlookers.

Clint's slurred backpedaling, complete with an apology, makes her shoulders shake slightly; her cheeks are still pink when she lifts her head and clears her throat.

"Didn't know what?"

He's rather proud of himself for running off Clint and looks it when she lifts her head.

"Hmm?"

He looks at her blankly a moment then snaps.

"Oh, I was just... I was sayin' I wasn't quite sure how you felt about all this. Me goin' back, I mean. I know we didn't talk about it a whole lot before, an' I was worried... "

He stops that sentence before it goes anywhere and gives her a smile.

"What I wanna say is, I'm glad you understand. This means a lot t'me, an' it helps knowin' I got your support."

Her stomach twists, tight and sharp, but she keeps her steps smooth and her smile in place.

"I'm really glad you're having a good time, sweetheart."

"I am."

He nods before his smile turns a bit embarrassed.

"Bit too good, actually. I hope you don't mind doin' the drivin' when we head back."

She grins and holds up the keys she'd eased from his pocket when they first started dancing.

"Way ahead of you."

He looks at the keys and his hand goes to his pocket.

"Hey," He laughs.

"Looks like she got you, sheriff." Pete jeers as he and Christy slow dance close by.

Bill gives Pete an unamused look that turns into a grin when he sees the twigs and bits of leaves sticking out of the other man's hair.

"That reminds me," Christy says, jabbing Pete in the side. "Where's your keys? You better give 'em t'me now."

"But, butter-muffin," Pete whines.

Leaving Christy to handle matters Bill turns his smile and attention back to Kate.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Kate fits herself closer to Bill.

(All the better to whisper in his ear.)

"'Butter-muffin'? If we ever sound like that ... "

Bill let's out a loud laugh at Kate's words before catching himself.

"No, I think I'll stick with darlin'."

His arms go around her and his cheek rests against her hair.

"Or maybe-- mom?"

For the first time he misses a step and it's because he's looking over Kate's shoulder, grinning at June who's standing on the edge of the dance floor watching them.

Kate mostly stifles a wince when his foot connects with her shin; she turns in Bill's arms, nearly bumping into Pete and Christy as she searches out June.

Her stomach knots, hope and apprehension warring for top billing.

Bill looks down at their feet then to up to Kate's face.

"Sorry."

Taking Kate's hand he maneuvers them out of the way of the other dancers then starts over towards June.

"Hey, mom. You been around all night?" Bill smiles brightly at her.

"Didn't wanna interrupt your dance," June says, glancing at Kate then back to Bill; wearing a smile, hesitant, but there. "I just got here, sorry for bein' late."

Her last words are directed at Kate, and there seems to be a little more to the apology in her eyes.

The final chords of the song are fading as Kate shakes her head, giving June a careful smile while she smooths a hand down her pencil skirt.

"No, don't apologize -- it's great to see you, Mrs. Pardy."

Edited 2009-06-17 08:25 (UTC)

June nods, throat working quietly, then looks back at Bill.

"Quite a big party they're throwin' for you, Bill."

"Yeah." Bill grins and glances around the lodge, "Ain't it great? Kate helped organize it 'long with Sarah."

"She invited me." June nods again, eyes on the 'welcome back' banner.

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