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weirdmarioenemies · 2 years

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Super Mario Land 2 Localization: Part 3! (Final!)

Shark -> Bruisin’ Bruce

Bruce has become pretty much the shark name of all time, and this one is cruisin’ for a bruisin’ with its boxing gloves! An honorable mention goes to “Whale Shark”, with “whale” as in “beat up”, but that one did not feel as clear.

Skeleton Bee -> Rob Zombee

Here is another with an English name already, but it didn’t fit with the musical theme we had for the bees. THIS is an all-original dated musical reference we made all on our own!

Spikey -> Spikey

Get outta here if you thought we would change Spikey!

Stars -> Sharpstar

These are a weird one, being identical to Starman in the art, but angry in game. Whatever the case, though, they are pointy, and they hurt Mario on contact. They are sharp!

Tamara -> Shelbee

This bee egg does not go with the musical theme. I’m sorry. We can pretend it’s because it has not hatched and taken on that responsibility yet. Right now, it is a bee within an eggshell, a Shelbee!

Tatenoko -> Slidin’ Saw

Not all inanimate obstacles are murderous, some are having fun! “Wheeee!” -Slidin’ Saw

Terekuribō -> Goomboo

This one is pretty self-explanatory! We decided against “Boomba” because it brings to mind explosions, which this has nothing to do with. Otherwise, I think we would have used Boomba, but Goomboo is good too!

Toriuo -> Cheep Chirp

This creature is kinda bird and kinda fish, so for its name, we have taken the classic fish name and made it even more birdy!

Tōsanbōru -> Mean Mace

This mace is not nice! Or maybe it’s “mean” as in it’s just effective at being a mace, like when someone makes a mean casserole. Either way it is potent and dangerous!

Tōsenbo -> Blowkade

It’s a blowfish-like creature, that is an obstacle in Mario’s way, a blockade! This may also be a Yo-Kai’s name, but... it’s a good name! And it was thought of independently of that!

Unera -> Grubbee

It turns out that the name closest to “Grubby” does not go to the enemy officially named “Grubby”, but to Unera! It is the default bee larva, the one that can later be expanded upon with new concepts like spikes.

Unibō -> Hurtchin

This urchin is painful to touch, so it will Hurt! This one is also almost a Yo-Kai name, but again! It’s a good name, and was thought of independently! Though it uses the Gordo sprite in game, the official art is so different that it shall be a unique being.

Wakiri -> Spinnin’ Saw

This is another saw that is having fun! “Whoopee!” -Spinnin’ Saw

Yashichi -> Yashichi

Yashichi shall keep its Japanese name since it is named after a Ninja character from a Japanese TV show, and that seems like a good way to name a shuriken-based obstacle!

Big Bird -> Nasty Nester

We finally reach the bosses! This big bird means bad news, because it has angry eyebrows, and it fiercely protects its nest, so Nasty Nester! Don’t worry, the egg contains a Golden Coin and not a baby, we are not demonizing this bird for protecting its child!

Tatanga -> Tatanga

This guy is just a whole pre-established character. He already has a name, and we will keep it!

Sewer Rat -> Rattick

Sewer Rat had a name, but... this thing is found in the attic! So Rattic it was, until it was decided we could add “ick”, which they would probably want to communicate with a sewer-dwelling creature. Rattick!

Witch -> Crafty Crone

Witch is a very generic witch, but I think Crafty Crone is a fun enough name! Alliteration is always such fun!

Three Little Pigheads -> Three Little Pigheads

This kind of weird name they already had was pretty good! We will keep it.

Pako & Poko -> Pako & Poko

This name shall stay, too! They just sound nice together.

And finally, the one you’ve all been waiting for!

Wario -> Evil Mario

That is the end of our little unofficial localization project! We hope you had fun reading it, we sure had fun making it!

#super mario land 2

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nicodaws · 2 years

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marvelite624 · 3 years

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So the day wasn't the complete disaster we'd expected after all! "The Lord works in mysterious ways." It kinda wedged itself into my head and wouldn't stop braggin its' truth at me; finally somethin' made sense! I'd gotten some good pictures, had some fun, and eaten some exceptional cake. My favorite shot was when Becka opened her momma's gift.

"Ohhhh, Fancy Fwancine! Wook! Fancy Fwancine!", she'd yelled, her face all lit up like a Christmas tree. I'd looked at Sarah and shrugged, "She's a 'Fashion Fwend', uh, 'Friend', comes with make-up and extra outfits, dummy! Where have YOU been living?" She snickered as she gently mocked an elbow at Constance who listened in at her side. Extra outfits from Sylvie after some insider info came her way. A new pink 'Mother-of-pearl', authentic plastic brush and comb set with matchin' bows and berets from Benji. Imported from Taiwan! Hey, the boy has taste! Constance brought her some perfume from her private stock it seems! Becks was happy, Momma was happy! And, I couldn't believe it but, I was feelin' pretty happy too at the moment.

"Now , what? What...WHAT?", I thought as a set of headlights flashed across the full length of our picture window. Realizin' we had company, I reached for the tv remote, quickly shuttin' the set off as I stood to approach the curtains. Slidin' a panel back slightly, provided a view to the driveway. It was dusk. The last rays of the sun havin' just dipped below the horizon. Squintin' through the crack and trying to listen for whatever I might pick up, it took me a few seconds. "Thanks for the lift!", the voice said. "Glad to help, sugar! Don't lose that number now, I'm not in the book!" The vehicle backed away slowly before turnin' onto the highway and disappearin' into the distance.

It couldn't be! Could it!? Hurriedly, with exaggerated steps, I was at the door in seconds. I flipped on the porchlight, "Hot Damn! Look what the cat dragged up! Gil...li'l brother! You look like...", I was halted at that point. He knew what was about to come out of my mouth next! "Ch,ch,ch! Shhhhh!", with a finger raised to his lips, "Mister Pickles might hear you, stupid!"

We threw up our arms like marionettes and fell into an exuberant embrace. Noticed right off, Gil had been workin' out! The poundin' he was puttin' on my back wasn't slackin' a bit! "What's it been, brother? Two years...?" "You always were one to exaggerate, Frankie. Year and a half, less maybe." Both of us stopped to catch a breath and just like since we were kids, we began in unison. Hunched like Peter Lore, oddly relaxed yet spooky eyed, we backed around eachother tiptoein' in a circle, "Slowly...I...turned, step...by...step..."

"Well, don't be steppin' in anything you can track into the house, boys!" Sarah was drawn down by the light and commotion; she'd stood there, watchin'. "I swear! Neither of you two has grown a lick o' sense since I met you. Get in here, Gil, and give me one o' those hugs you just tried to kill your brother with! I don't have all night!"

Gil stepped in and snatched Sarah off her feet before givin' her a couple of spinnin' whirls. "Your makin' me dizzy, son...that's enough. Enough, now!" As he put her down, he smacked a quick kiss to each cheek and flashed those lady-killin' pearly whites her way. "Yes, well...", her eyes shootin' sharply over at my handsome younger brother, "...did you feel those arms, Frankie? I might have to play some 'eeny meany miney moe' with you two! Uh huh."

"Uh-uh, your stuck with me...says so on the contract! You want some coffee, Gil? How about a piece o' birthday cake?" "Smelled it comin' up; heck yeah I'll have a piece! Soon as the coffee's done...and don't make me beg for seconds."

I was expectin' the usual 'slap' any time now, wonderin' if I had time for some cake before it hit. When, right on queue, just as I swallowed a premature sigh of relief! From the basement came a loud *CRASH*! It sounded like glass for sure.

"Sounds like you might have company in the cellar too, Frank. You want me to take a look?" "Nope. You just cool your jets up here. This is a job for...", that one-raised-eyebrow look of his followed me as I retrieved a flashlight from the drawer we threw junk into, "...nevermind! I won't be long."

Well, that sounded confident enough, I think. Truth be told, I was anythin' BUT just then. My nerves were tryin' to get the best of me; show junior what a man I was these days. Weird stuff happenin' around me lately, I didn't know WHAT to expect as I opened the door, clicked on the flashlight, and began my descent into a dark unknown. "Oooooooo", Bela Lugosi again but, only in my head this time.

There was no overhead light. Three bulbs had blown soon as I screwed them in. Figured it would be stupid to waste a fourth and made a mental note to call an electrician soon as I got some extra cash. Must be rats, messin' up the wiring. Really hoped the house didn't burn down first. I walked slowly, cautiously fannin' that pitiful beam side to side. A jar of Gran-m'ma's home-canned plum jelly lay just ahead in bits-n-pieces on the floor. Probably the last one too, dammit!

Barely audible from the blackened corner just ahead, a sound like smackin', no crackin', scratchin'...hell, all of the above! I could feel the hair rising on the back of my neck, down both arms, spreadin' across the tops of my thighs as the anticipation also raised a bit of sweat...or was it hot down here? I honestly couldn't determine the cause. The hair, at attention, was weakly vibrating now.

One last pass at the right side of the back wall and I saw it! Ferocious and startlin' upon discovery, chewin' a rat, tonight's trophy meal. Where had it come from? What sinister plot was being hatched right there, in my cellar? I softly snickered then as I lifted the formidable beast into my clutches. It dropped its' dinner and offered little resistance as I began the long trek back into the light.

Placin' distance between me and the darkness at my back, I didn't see the translucent, snake-like...thing that darted out silently around the shelvin'. It sampled the jelly I'd left behind. Once, twice it dabbed at the sticky mess, before divin' into it, intent on acquirin' every wayward drop. The cat's lost meal would most likely then, be next on the menu.

My home harbored secrets from me and I, in my naivete, believed I knew the whole tale. The stairs fell away, one by one, witness to my ascension into sanity once more. "Drama queen much?", my brother would say. But not this time, just keepin' it real where he was concerned.

I reached the pinnacle and sealed the breach...ok, I could stop pokin' fun at myself now. The colorful rhetoric was growin', out of control. Funny how I could switch between the two effortlessly but, like 'Barney' says...that's 'Fife', not the reptile, it was time to "Nip it"! I closed the door, *ahem* and presented the 'cringin' beast' to the others.

Sarah was workin' on the coffee and cake. How oblivious she'd been to my tenuous plight! Gilbert stood there, the one-brow look 'tauntin' me still'. "You found a cat down there, nothing else? I felt...", curiously he hesitated. I stole the opportuniy to take the lead again, " You 'felt', in touch with our touchy-feelies too are we? What do they teach you at that school?" "I felt...like you might need some back-up down there. For just a minute, I wanted to join you."

"I'm only kiddin' you, Gil. Actually, I've been doin' some serious 'touchy-feelie' stuff myself lately." "I know." "Huh? You know what?" "I know how things can get sometimes, how life can sneak up and surprise you. Sometimes with some oddly incredible shit!" "Yeah, right...can't argue with that one." The conversation was becoming, how had Gil put it? "oddly incredible".

"So, you want me to 'put that cat out for the night'?" "Just can't let one go by, can ya? That was a good one though...wish I'd thought of it." I found myself strokin' the little guy's fur and oddly, incredibly...liking it. "Sure, I'll figure out how he got in tomorrow. Right now, I'm smellin' the munchies! Give 'im the old 'Yabba Dabba Do!' for me."

Gil appropriated the animal from my grip and headed for the back door, only feet away. He held the cat up by the scruff of its' neck and just inches from the door, stopped to pivot a full 180. "Hey, Sarah! Can you c'mere a sec?" "Sure, Gil! Just about to pour the coffee!", came her reply from the kitchen. "No, before that, please." She appeared in the entryway, "What is so important that it couldn't wait another minute?"

My brother extruded his arm asking, "That color one of yours?" "Well, I'll be...it is!" Bein' more familiar with things like fingernail polish, (oh, that was cheap!)...Gil noticed 'someone' had attempted to paint the cat's claws with 'Sunset's Passion', Sarah's favorite polish. Again, I found my openin', "Well, don't look at me, we just met!" They turned to look at me, Sarah's head slightly bowed, she struggled not to laugh, the way they do on 'Carol Burnett' when they just can't take any more. I could see the corners of her mouth twitching as she held a curled finger to the underside of her nose, Gil snorted and we all lost it! As we laughed, I managed to push out three words to Gil, "Ha, ha, ha...p-pay....ahaaah, ha, ha.....the....ooh, hoo hoo, ooh, hoo.....p-pickle! Ha, ha,ha..."

Sarah put the painted tomcat into a small chicken wire cage she used to isolate 'special needs' critters. Along with some water and chopped bologna, he'd come to rest for the night just inside the back door. Stuffed and already flat on his back makin' air bisquits, I think he was content there.

Sarah couldn't stop yawnin' and turned in before we'd finished our cake. Gil dropped a pocketful of change into 'Mister Pickles' before helpin' himself to a second piece, "This is so good, Frankie! You eat like this all the time, don't you?" I asked if he wanted anythin' else but, he assured me he'd eaten at a small diner where the bus had run into problems.

"If the bus hadn't gotten that flat", he said, "I'd'a been here for the party. It's what I'd intended. Sure hated to miss it, poor Becka needed all the support she could get today." "Wait, hold up! How could you possibly know that?" "I, uh, I called the Thrift Store to see if anyone there had any news. They filled me in!" "Why not just call here, bro?" "What, and spoil the surprise? No way, dude! Surprising you guys was the whole point to this trip...if only I'd been on time." "Better late than never, right?!" "Absolutely better."

"But speaking of late, it was a long ride and even the delay didn't offer much in the way of relaxation..." "Oh, yeah, right! Sarah laid some linens out, blanket, pillows...you should be all set on the sofa tonight. Tomorrow, we'll tidy up the mess in the spare; it's turned into a storage nightmare lately, you know how it goes?" "It's good to see you, Frankie. Home, safe, happy! Does me good to see that." I heard a quiver in his voice; he almost cried getting that out. "Ditto, Gil. Glad you showed up, brother...I've missed you too. Get some shut-eye, boy! G'night!" "Hey! You see a boy..., he waited for me to join in, I did, "JUST BUTTER MY BUTT & CALL ME 'BISQUIT'!" "You're the best, kid! Now, go to sleep!"

(to be continued in Part 6)

•This is an original work of fiction and labor of love, written by me, Terry G. NUNLEY.

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parakeet · 4 years

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it's time to begin now count it in 5, 6, 7, 8! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8! foot kickin' finger clickin' leather slappin' hand clappin' hip bumpin' music thumpin' knee hitchin' heel and toe floor scuffin' leg shufflin' big grinnin' body spinnin' rompin' stompin' pumpin' jumpin' slidin' glidin' here we go! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8! tush pushin' thunder footin' cowgirl twistin' no resistin' drums bangin' steel twanging two steppin' end to end hardwood crawlin' some four wallin' rug cuttin' cowboy struttin' burnin' yearnin' windin' grindin' let's begin the dance again! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8! you're mine, all mine my bubba gonna rope you in so count me in 5, 6, 7, 8! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8! my bootscootin' baby is drivin' me crazy my obsession from a western my dance floor date my rodeo romeo a cowboy god from head to toe wanna make you mine better get in line 5, 6, 7, 8!

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severeanxietymummaof3 · 4 years

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It's time to begin - now count it in

5-6-7-8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy

My obsession from a Western, my dance floor date

My rodeo Romeo, a cowboy god from head to toe

Wanna make you mine, better get in line

5-6-7-8

Foot kickin', finger clickin', leather slapping, hand clappin'

Hip bumpin', music thumpin', knee hitchin', heel and toe

Floor scuffin', leg shufflin', big grinnin', body spinnin'

Rompin' stompin', pumpin' jumpin', slidin' glidin', here we go

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy

My obsession from a Western, my dance floor date

My rodeo Romeo, a cowboy god from head to toe

Wanna make you mine, better get in line

5-6-7-8

Tush pushin', thunder footin', cowgirl twistin', no resistin'

Drums bangin', steel twangin', two steppin', end to end

Hardwood crawlin', some four wallin', rug cuttin', cowboy struttin'

Burnin' yearnin', windin' grindin', let's begin the dance again

You're mine, all mine now, bubba

Gonna rope you in, so count me in

5-6-7-8

#steps #5678 #western #music #theres a frucken dance #how fricken old am i anyway #how old is this?#earworm

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anniehartford · 4 years

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he’s good bad but he’s not evil / a romeo & annie playlist

give him a great big kiss - the shangri-las

“is he a good dancer?” “what do you mean is he a good dancer?” “well, how does he dance?” “close... very, very close”

wildest dreams - taylor swift

i said no one has to know what we do / his hands are in my hair his clothes are in my room / and his voice is a familiar sound / nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now / he’s so tall and handsome as hell / he’s so bad but he does it so well

queen of disaster - lana del rey

got me spinnin’ like a ballerina / you’re the bad boy that i always dreamed of / you’re the king and baby i’m the queen of disaster

a case of you - joni mitchell

oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine / you taste so bitter and so sweet / oh, i could drink a case of you / and i would still be on my feet

like real people do - hozier

i will not ask you where you came from / i will not ask you, neither should you / honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do

sober - lorde

these are the games of the weekend / we pretend that we just don’t care / but we care / but what will we do when we’re sober?

cruel summer - taylor swift

i’m drunk in the back of the car and i cried like a baby comin’ home from the bar / said i’m fine but it wasn’t true / i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you! / and i snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate / and i scream for whatever it’s worth / i love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?! / he looks up grinnin’ like the devil

ghost - halsey

you say that you’re no good for me / cause i’m always tugging at your sleeve / and i swear i hate you when you leave / but i like it anyway

secret love - doris day

all soon my secret love became impatient to be free / so i told a lovely star the way that dreamers often do / just how wonderful you are and why i am so in love with you / now i shout it from the highest hills even told the golden daffodils

undercover - kehlani

one way or another i’mma love you / slidin’ under covers, under covers / they don’t wanna see it happen but we say fuck it

happiness is a butterfly / lana del rey

do you want me or do you not? / i heard one thing now i’m hearing another ... looking into his eyes i think he’s already hurt / he’s already hurt / i said don’t be a jerk don’t call me a taxi / sittin’ in your sweatshirt cryin’ in the backseat / i just wanna dance with you

dream / tessa violet

i got it bad oh i see you in my sleep / and i want you mad, madly, come running after me / you’re in my bones oh i gotta let you go / but i don’t know how to when you’re rooted in my soul

rhiannon - fleetwood mac

would you stay if she promised you heaven? / will you ever win?

i know places - taylor swift

baby i know places we won’t be found / and they’ll be chasing their tails tryna track us down / but i, i know places we can hide / i know places / they take their shots we’re bulletproof / and i know for me it’s always you

SPOTIFY LINK

#sorry abt all the taylor swift she just has so many songs abt hiding lol #also going crazy in self quarantine so heres this #romeo x annie #music

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bardstardish · 6 years

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sero: whatcha thinking about?

kami: foot kickin', finger clickin', leather slapping, hand clappin', hip bumpin', music thumpin', knee hitchin', heel and toe, floor scuffin', leg shufflin', big grinnin', body spinnin', rompin' stompin', pumpin' jumpin', slidin' glidin', here we go

#shinsou enters with a cowboy hat #bnha #aeth tag

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jerryw2011 · 5 years

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Spellbound

AC/DC

Blinded by a bright beam

Shattered by the windscreen

Stunned by the whiplash

I’m a victim of a bad crash

I can’t do nothin’ right

I never sleep at night

Can’t even start a fight

My feet have left the ground

Spinnin’ round and round

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

Beaten by a blind bend

Wrong way up a dead end

Screamin’ through a speed trap

As I tear into a tail back

You know I can’t do nothin’ right

No I never sleep at night

And I can’t even start a fight

Well my feet have left the ground

Spinnin’ round and round

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

It keeps a tumblin’ down

C’mon slide

I’m slippin’ down

I got my hands in the fire

I’m slidin’ on a oil slick

Burnin’ on a bad trip

Yes and nothin’s gonna change it

No I can’t do nothin’ right

Can’t even sleep at night

My feet have left the ground

I’m spinnin’ round and round

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down

Spellbound

My world keeps a tumblin’ down, down down

Spellbound

My world

Keeps a tumblin’

Down

#acdc #spellbound #lyrics

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theresnosafeharbor4myships · 7 years

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Picture Perfect - Chapter 8 (also on 9L) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)(Chapter 4) (Chapter 5&6) (Chapter 7)

Carol believed what he said; the desire in his eyes, the predatory stature of his body, and the heat in his tone all told her he meant business. But she knew too many downed drinks prevented him from stalking towards her and finding a solitary place to pleasure them both.

Without breaking his gaze, she set the flowers and the grapes on the table and took a small step back from him, her hand trailing along the table’s edge to guide her. “Come and get it,” she taunted.

He put the doll by the flowers, moving toward her slowly. Each step felt like walking through molasses, but he held on to the table, matching each of her backward steps with a forward one of his own.

“Still wanna play, huh?” he queried, amused with and wildly aroused by her seduction games.

He’d love her for so long, and watching her thrive made his heart bloom in his chest, causing a physical ache. She had hands like silk, smoldering bedroom eyes, searing kisses, and a lithe body made as his match, all which made loving her that much more erotic. But watching Carol flirt without reservation, with confidence and surety, owning her sexuality like an experienced vixen pursuing her prey made his head swim. She’d teased him before in the confines of their room, but this…brazen seductress retreating from him had stoked the fire to a raging inferno.

“Oh, yeah,” she breathed, still moving away from him.

He paused as she rounded the end of the table, watching her until she stood opposite him, the wide table, heavy with fruit, between them.

What was the saying…the closest distance between two points is a straight line?

To hell with it, he thought, then haphazardly shoved the food trays out of his way and hiked a knee up onto the table, praying it would hold.

“Daryl!”

Carol’s gasp reached his brain, and he saw her snatch a candelabra up from the end of the table near his head, flames licking close to his hair.

For a moment he felt airborne, like he’d jumped from a plane he didn’t know he was on. But then he leaned forward and his hands and knees made contact with the table and the world stopped spinning long enough for him to peer up at Carol’s startled but bemused face.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Shortcut to get to ya,” he managed to say before dropping his head for a moment to try to right the world.

“You know you don’t have to set yourself on fire to make me think you’re hot, right?”

“Wasn’t sure,” he quipped.

“Now that you are, you still comin’ for me?”

Damn, Carol did double entendres better than anyone he’d ever met. He wracked his brain for a witty comeback, but the organ didn’t seem to want to work.

“Maybe just...” He pushed more platters out of his way. “…give me a few minutes.” He dropped to his side and propped himself up with one arm, reaching for her free hand with the other. He looked at her, draped in shimmering royal blue, like a goddess come to life.

“World stops spinnin’ whena look at you,” he murmured.

She smiled, humoring his drunken stupor, but he couldn’t stop staring at her.

He’d seen her at her worst, bloody, covered in viscera, sweaty, unshowered for weeks and wearing clothes that didn’t fit. After the loss of children and homes, starving and sick, in heartache and self-hatred, cold, exhausted, and grouchy. And still he’d loved her so easily it confounded him, this woman who’d made him feel, for the first time in his life, like a man. Like a person. Who, despite his history, personality flaws, and the legacy of the Dixon name, had chosen him at the end of the world to share all of her final days with. Despite their lack of hygiene over the years, he’d always found her stunning: from her sparkling baby blues and the gentleness and strength of her hands to the way her mind strategized and how passionately she loved those she called family.

He only belonged to that family because of her, because she’d seen so much more in him than anyone ever had.

He owed her his life.

“Don’t just mean ‘cause I drank too much,” he confessed, his words slow. “I mean...all the time. I never lived so close ta so many people til everything happened. Didn’t know how. Didn’t even know who I was. World felt outta control Before, but…once it all happened, when Merle was gone an’…I was just spinnin’ my wheels, you made things make sense. Gave me a purpose. And friendship. Don’t know where I’d be withoutchoo.”

Drunk words are sober thoughts, she’d once read.

Her throat, thick with unshed tears, swelled, and she tried to swallow past the burgeoning emotion. So much time had passed, so many things had occurred, that they didn’t much talk of the Before any more, but the gratefulness, the tenderness of his tone caused a sweet ache in her chest.

Who’d have thought Daryl Dixon, the motorcycle-riding, crossbow-wielding, rough and dirty, don’t-touch-me redneck could spout words to rival one of the rom-coms she used to watch as a silly girl, praying for someone who could love her?

Blinking away tears, she leaned toward him and gave him a chaste kiss, all at once feeling a little guilty at having made him come to a party he had to get drunk at to have fun.

“Maybe sober. In bed.”

He snorted. “Passed out in the floor sounds more like me.”

“In the floor, huh?” She chuckled. “Then it’s good for both of us that I’m here.”

“Why you?”

“Because I’m not alone: in this world, at home, or at this party. I never knew what that was like til you.”

Though his eyes burned with fatigue, he stared at her, this woman who’d endured so much to stand before him tonight with fire in her hands and her eyes and her heart. “You’re stunning.”

“And you’re drunk.”

“But not blind. And not alone either. But as soon as I can get up, I’m takin’ you home so we can be alone together.”

“Yeah, I can see why you’d have a hard time getting it up right now,” she teased, treasuring the heavy moment that had passed between them in her heart, even as it drifted away.

“That’s what you think.”

“Ah-ah-ah,” she protested, holding the candelabra away from him and placing a hand against his chest as he started to get up to prove her wrong. “Stay put, Romeo. Give it a few minutes.”

“Been givin’ it a few minutes all night. You been tauntin’ and teasin’ and—”

“And you love it,” she countered confidently. “And you’re not going anywhere for a bit, so you might as well stay there and enjoy it.”

“Yes, your majesty,” he sassed.

She quirked an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile, then turned and leaned back against the table.

Only a handful of couples remained, and most of them seemed more drunk than Daryl. Someone—Carol couldn’t remember who, now—had suggested they hold on to their newly acquired stock of alcohol, but most everyone else had argued against it, knowing any day could be their last. Saving the best for later didn’t exist anymore since the best was whatever they had at moment and no one could promise them tomorrow.

Gratitude filled her at the joy she’d experienced this evening. Watching her friends smile and laugh, the women dressing up like in the good old days of Before, giving them a boost of confidence, watching Daryl let his inhibitions go and trust her to take care of him, seeing herself fancied up in a way she never had, letting the hungry vixen in her have free reign instead of caging her in shame and embarrassment. It felt dangerous and fun, and the fact that Daryl responded so easily—to her touches and teases, her double entendres and innuendos—she wondered why she’d never allowed this side of her out to play before.

That would have to change.

Daryl’s hand, hot against her even through her dress, trailed down her back and rested on the curve of her butt. “’Cha thinkin’bout?”

She peered at him over her shoulder, smiling. “Tonight. You, me, us.”

“Good, huh?” he leered at her, sliding his hand back and forth along her lower back. “But gonna get better.”

“We still gotta get you home.”

“You still gotta dance for me.”

She turned away from him, hiding a smile. Holding the candelabra up and focusing on the candle light, she wriggled her hips playfully, fire before her, the intensity of his gaze behind her. But without a partner, bopping to the music fell flat, and she stopped after a couple of seconds.

“That’s it?” he asked, incredulous.

“Did I promise more?”

“More or less.” He reached for something on the table behind her, then produced an unopened bottle of champagne. “Guess someone lost this. Pity.” He held it up to her. “Liquid courage?”

Her head didn’t feel like cotton anymore, but it still buzzed. “Think I’ve had enough.”

“Let’s see it then,” he encouraged with a nod.

“See what?” she asked innocently.

He mock-glared at her. “Your moves.”

“Been showing you my moves all night. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

Her faux exasperation tickled him, but he wanted dancing. “Oh, I been payin’ attention,” he confirmed. “Slidin’ your hands all over me where no one can see, under tables and durin’ pictures—”

“Which I want to see, by the way,” she interjected as though they talked of the weather.

“Kissin’ and teasin and pressin’ up against me all soft and hot. Playin’ innocent in front’a everyone and wildcat in my ear, whisperin’ and makin’ me so hot I’m ready to beg.”

Her cheeks flamed as he recounted the temptress she’d played tonight, his voice dropping lower and sending an aching need thrumming through her body.

“Seductive and sexy and makin’ me so bothered I’m gonna use my mouth to—”

“Shhhh,” she interrupted again, this time pressing a finger to his lips.

He noted the red tinge of her cheeks, her embarrassment evident, and his heart fell that he’d unintentionally caused her shame when he’d only meant to compliment her.

He flicked his tongue out against her finger, and her eyes snapped to his. He moved his head, enveloping the tip of her finger with his mouth and sucking lightly as she withdrew it.

“Sexy as hell. Don’t stop,” he entreated. “Never seen you like this, and I don’t want it to end.”

Even if it was the longest session of foreplay he’d ever indulged in.

Carol swallowed hard, determined to hold on to the confidence, the power she’d felt all night.

“I’ll just…” He looked down at the fruit surrounding him and picked up a peach. “…watch you ‘n keep my mouth shut.” He held the peach to his lips, nibbling at it slowly as he caressed her with his eyes.

Carol set the candelabra far away from him, grabbed the champagne bottle out of his hand, twisted the wire cage, and popped the lid off. Holding his gaze, she took a slow pull from the bottle, then another, and handed it back to him.

She stared at him for a moment, letting the sparkling drink wash through her, the music pulse in her veins, the beat take over her body. Then she closed her eyes, imagined he stood with her, and moved her body, undulated her hips, shimmied her shoulders, let her body flow with the sounds around her and the feelings he evoked in her and the daring notion that he lay just behind her, splayed out like so much tempting fruit, as she danced just for him.

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