Time After Time

You can't sleep, you can't eat

There's no doubt, you're in deep

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need.
"Vicks." he smiled as she met his eye.
"Dennis!" she cried, beaming. "You're here! Look, try some of this will you? Harry reckons it's too sharp-"
He obediently slurped off the spoon she lifted to his lips, regretting it almost immediately as he gagged. "Fuckin' hell, what is that?"
"I'm not sure exactly-" But as she looked up at him again, he saw the twinkle in her eye. "-s'got a lot of spirit though!"
"Yeah, I'll bet it has. And I'll bet that some of that "spirit" is vodka, gin and whiskey an' all! It's lethal!"
"So... too sharp then?"
"Vicks, I'm not joking. There's a reason you don't mix stuff like that, and believe me I know!" He peeled off his jacket and chucked it against one of the chairs. "What's wrong with cocktails, for God's sake?"
For a moment she looked hurt, but as he slid around the bar and began pulling out shakers and bottles, a grin split across her face. "Roll up girls, Dennis is gonna go all Tom Cruise on us!"
Whoa, you like to think you're immune to the stuff

Oh yeah
Dennis shot her a look as most of the girls around did get up in interest. But he didn't mind, he thought it was funny. Besides, he liked attention, of course he did. So as Vicki leant across and pushed the song up as loud as it could go, he eased into this show, barely noticing as Vicki heaved herself up onto the bartop, her heels clicking as she walked across before jumping back down onto the floor and joining the gaggle to watch.
He didn't exactly have a cocktail in mind, he was just pulling whatever bottles he could reach from out underneath the bar and squeezing a shot or two into the shaker. The music picked him up quickly, and he was swinging his hips and spinning towards his next grab, making Vicki laugh and the rest of them whistle and cheer. He wondered if they'd all been at Vicki's punch because they all started singing at him. But he just grinned, refusing to let himself blush.
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you might as well face it

You're addicted to love
All the guys left in the room carried on, Guy having pulled Leigh from the bar as soon as Vicki had suggested Dennis was gonna start showing off, which, from what he had heard about these dance classes, was very likely. And now he was pointlessly straightening the picture frames on the walls and looking over his shoulder at Dennis, a disbelieving smile on his lips. It wasn't that he was jealous, although somehow Leigh didn't believe him.
You see the signs, but you can't read

You're running at different speeds

Your heart beats in double time

Another kiss and you'll be mine

A one-track mind
Throwing the shaker around a bit, up into the air and around his back as he carried on jutting out his hips, Dennis was amazed although massively relieved that he caught it each time and that it didn't conk out on the floor. It was a bit of an ego trip to hear them all go on as they were, screaming his name, like he really was Tom Cruise, when really this was just a fluke. A fun fluke, but still, a fluke.
Mid-spin, he sank down to the floor, making them all gasp, thinking he'd have quite literally disappeared through the tiles, and crying out in delight when he reappeared, two glasses wound around his hand, cracking open the shaker and pouring a rather scary looking concoction into them.
Whoa, you like to think you're immune to the stuff

Oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you might as well face it

You're addicted to love



"There you are ladies!" he yelled.
"What's it called?"
Vicki grinned at his blank expression and turned to address them all for him. "It's called Dennis."
They all whooped, each clamouring to be the first to taste it.
And when Jeannie and Liz had just about wet their lips, moaning rather enthusiastically, Vicki leant over and cried, "Ah see, they all want Dennis!"
"Piss off, squirt." he laughed, shoving her away.



Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love


Though they all seemed to calm down after a while, they weren't exactly working. Vicki changed the CD and the tunes got progressively worse. The girl obviously had no shame as she had the lot of them up doing the YMCA. Watching all the arm waving with a smirk and glad he had more dignity than to be part of this, Dennis decided Vicki had forced her punch on the lot of them to get them to be as embarrassing as this.
I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have

A good time

It's fun to stay at the

Y-M-C-A

It's fun to stay at the

Y-M-C-A

They have everything

For young men to enjoy

You can hang out with

All the boys
"C'mon Dennis!" Vicki yelled over her shoulder when she realised he was not out the floor with her and everyone else. "You're letting the side down!"
"I'm alright on this side thanks!"
"What are you scared of?"
"Oh no!" he cried, lifting up his hands and shaking his head in disbelief as another laugh escaped him. "Don't you pull that one on me! I ain't scared, I just don't wanna end up looking like one of you lot!"
"It's called having fun Dennis; so what's wrong with looking like one of "us lot" eh?" She flicked her hand mindlessly over her shoulder. "Worried we might look better than you?"
"You know..." he began, leaning in close. She just looked at him in a bored fashion, resting her chin against her palm and tapping her fingers against her jaw as she waited for him to continue. "...Sharon said that to me when we started at those dance classes. She wanted to prove me wrong an' all, and just like I didn't let her... I ain't gonna let you either!"
"Ohh, I'm scared! Whattya gonna do? Poke me in the eye with your Y?"
"I'm gonna throw you across the room in a minute if you don't shut up!"
"What, and miss the chance to be swept up in my big brother's strong arms? I'll keep going, thanks!"
"Not to this you won't!" And he reached across, yanking up the lid of the player, cutting the music abruptly off as he did so.
She gasped, her glossy lips set in irritation. "Why is it so incredible that I might wanna dance with my own brother?"
"Dance with me, fine - get me to make a twat of myself, no!"
"So you'll dance?"
"Yeah, alright." he sighed, finally nodding. "Just change the soddin' record yeah?"
"Done. Oh, thank you!" she sang gleefully, reaching up and planting an entirely unexpected kiss against his cheek. He smiled at her a little stunned, and walked out onto the floor, watching as she changed the CD.
"C'mon guys!" she announced, looking straight at Dennis as she did so and making him incredibly nervous. Were they all about to mob him or something?
But no, they all seemed to fall into some sort of line behind her.
"Vicks...?" he questioned apprehensively, but she just smiled. That made him feel worse. He didn't trust her, not for a moment.
And almost immediately, he realised why not.
It's astounding

Time is

Fleeting

Madness

Takes its toll

But listen closely

Not for very much longer
"No!" he yelped as she took his hand.
As ever, she wasn't fazed. "Turn around. Now."
I've got to

Keep control.
"No!"
"Oh Dennis, we're just having a laugh! C'mon..." And her eyes went wide in that way she knew damn well went right through him as her bottom lip swelled and began to quiver. "Do it for me."
Rolling his head back as a laugh escaped him, he dutifully turned round. Honestly, what was it about the women in his household that meant they could get him jumping through hoops like he'd lost all sense of self-respect?

A cry of appreciation went up from behind him as Vicki placed her hands against his hips, encouraging him to swing as he could feel her doing against the backs of his legs.
I remember

Doing the Time Warp

Drinking

Those moments when

The blackness would hit me

And the void would be

Calling

Let's do the Time Warp again!
And unfortunately, so unfortunately, Dennis knew exactly what to do as her hands fell away, slipping into smaller lines that seemed to spread out across the floor space like a disease. But still, his heels joining the dozens of others clicking against the floor as they leapt to the side.
It's just a jump

To the left
It sounded like a herd of elephants as the lot of them obliged, but at least they were in time!
And then a step

To the ri-i-i-ght
His hands crossing across his groin and against his calves, the vibration of stepping out on his right foot continually as he was sent a painful tingle shooting right up his leg.
He caught Vicki's eye, and she beamed at him, looking him up and down with the tiniest amused little smile on her face, like she approved. Well, of course she did, he though bitterly, here he was, making a twat of himself, just for her! She was clicking her fingers, as Guy seemed to be behind her, and Liz behind him and Flynn behind her, before hands flew instinctively against hips.
With your hands on your hips

You bring your knees in tight
And that was attractive - made each and every one of them look like they were suddenly desperate to pee - which they probably were what with the effect of all that punch!
Spinning around, Dennis found himself part of a massive circle that had again spread out across the room. He caught sight of many stupid grins as they thrust lewdly out at everyone around them, and just not giving a damn. The way his skin suddenly felt so tight across his face told Dennis that he must have been smiling as broadly as they all were.
But it's the pelvic thrusts

That really drive you
And spinning out of the formation again, intent on returning to the compact little lines, Dennis caught hold of Vicki's hand, making her laugh raucously as he continued thrusting against her. She caught the gist almost immediately countering him before moving away behind him back into the line. Hell, it had looked foul, but who cared? Of course it had - this was Rocky Horror!



Insa-ay-ay-ay-ane

Let's do the Time Warp again!
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other so that his hips shook, he listened as they all sang out around him. This was charmed, wasn't it? They were all getting paid for this!
It's so dreamy

Oh, fantasty, free me

So you can't see me

No, not at all

In another dimension

With voyeuristic intention

Well-secluded

I see all.
They all leant back, in fact, Dennis thought he might have heard a spine or two crack, straightening up quickly, eyes glinting. Then, standing with their legs just that extra distance apart, dragged themselves across the floor to meet the other foot, heels clicking against each other once this was done.
With a bit of a mind flip

You're there in the time slip

And nothing

Can ever be the same

You're spaced out on

Sensation
With another telling amplified thud, they all turned around, so that the set-up of the lines were reversed, Vicki now in front of Dennis before she fell to the side, limp in her brother's waiting arms. But he could not be fooled, because as he held her, she looked up at him and poked out her tongue. She straightened her back as soon as he brought her back to her feet, flinging up her arm just in time.



Like you're under

Sedation!

Let's do the Time Warp again!

Let's do the Time Warp again!
Then he pulled her away, forcing her to spin underneath his hand before he dropped his hands around her hips and lifted her from the floor, spinning her anyway.
I was walking down the street

Just a-having a think

When a snake of a guy

Gave me an evil wink
But he did not bring her back down to the floor. He tilted her in his arms so that her ankles brushed past his hip and, weaving his arm around the backs of her calves and feeling her cling on all the more desperately where his support had lessened, and he swung her down, and she squealed as the world was flipped. Had he not brought her up again so fast, the adrenaline buzzing round in her head (or was that just the alcohol?) she was sure, a very tight knot present in her stomach, that she would have hit her head against the floor, but as it stood, or rather, as Dennis stood, it had looked and felt incredible. He'd obviously learnt something at these dance classes then.
He shook me up

He took me by surprise

He had a pick-up truck

And the devil's eyes.
Spinning her again, Vicki took the decision to this time anchor her feet to the floor, her head feeling light and her legs incredibly weak. So her arms stayed around Dennis' neck as she tried to regain the strength to hold herself up.



He stared at me

And I felt a change
She was searching his face for some clue as to why his eyes glinted as they did as he looked at her. He didn't say a word, but with a smirk pushed her back down into his arms, holding her up from the floor like a precious doll.
Time meant nothing

Never would again

Let's do the Time Warp again!
Pulling her up to her feet again, she more fell against him as they all seemed to slip back into their chorus lines.
It's just a jump

To the left
Dennis thought he heard a sound other than them all bouncing to the left, something more violent, more forceful. And he actually looked over his shoulders to check that Vicki hadn't slumped to the floor. But no, she was stood and she was stepping - even if she did look really pale!
And then a step

To the ri-i-i-ght

With your hands on your hips

You bring your knees in tight
But she must have rediscovered some energy from somewhere because as they all fell into the circle, she totally went for the thrusting. Dennis bit back his laughter, afraid that if he started, he wouldn't stop!
But it's the pelvic thrusts

That really drive you

Insa-ay-ay-ay-ane

Let's do the Time Warp ag-
They all noticed immediately as the music stopped, a groaning protest filling the void immediately, all eyes snapping towards the CD player... and finding Sharon stood above it, a smirk on her face so big it looked as though her lips might crack. Dennis felt himself blush immediately, scratching at the nape of his neck and so wanting to look away, but finding he couldn't.
"Sharon!"
She nodded slowly, just to recognise his address. "What's this?" she asked, imminent laughter evident in her voice.
"It's, er... it's... nothing... sorry."
"It's alright." she replied, her fingers curling around the set of keys she had barely laid down on the bartop before they were in hand again, pacing backwards towards the office. "Would have preferred Hot Patootie though..."
That rose a laugh from the staff, still making no effort to look like they were working. Sharon was easy-going enough.
"Hot Patootie?" Vicki cried out despairingly.
"Oh yeah." Sharon hit back, the tip of her tongue curling suggestively as she spoke, making Dennis burn from the inside. Here she was, wordlessly taunting him in front of all these people - in front of Vicki. "Not saying I think much to the guy, but if I could find someone who looked good enough in the leather... who could look incredible riding and dancing..." Dennis' heart began to pound, sure she looked fleetingly up at him from underneath those long lashes. "I'm sold."

Easing himself up onto a barstool, Dennis tried to look disinterested as she swept into the office, but the way she swang her hips as she walked drew attention to her arse, attention that would not go unnoticed if he did not look away quickly. So he did, immediately becoming suspicious of the little gaggle huddled around Vicki, whispering excitedly to her as she fiddled with the CD player.
But before he could intervene, they were hurriedly whispering "Shhh, shhh! Here she comes!" and they all straightened up as Sharon came striding back into the bar, a telling bundle of pink slips in her hand.
"Invites." she told Dennis as he stared at them. "Had people phoning and telling me their's haven't come through, so I'm gonna go across the Square, stick 'em through letterboxes, that sort of thing..." And with a sigh, flicking back her hair, she dropped them messily onto the bar top, and he leant across her, scooping them up.
"I can do that..."
But she wasn't listening, having just caught sight of Vicki's tight grin, and like Dennis before her, becoming immediately suspicious, watching with interest as Leigh dived in on the CD player, Flynn and Guy stepping out from behind her and dutifully positioning themselves in the middle of the floor, looking halfway between the floor and Sharon with bemused smiles.
"Dennis...?" she questioned out the corner of her mouth.
He shrugged. "Nothing to do with me."
She nodded slowly. And then burst out laughing as she realised what was flooding the room. Vicki's grin had split right across her face and was by now closer to her ears.
"This is what you'd have preferred right Sharon?"
And Flynn and Guy started swinging their hips. Sharon laughed, Dennis rolled his eyes.
Stepping forwards, Sharon immediately found Guy pressed against her, energetically counting her sway, his hands against her hips, before he'd lifted her up, spinning her around and surrendering her to Flynn, who snatched up her hand, and got her to spin back against his chest, thrusting his hips into her. The smirk on Sharon's face raised a cry of jealous encouragement (if such a thing was possible!) from all the women in the room, who were jutting out their own hips and snapping their fingers.