Larry watched some of the girls at the table as he leaned against the jukebox, his friend Darryl (the only other person in the world that really understood his secret) came in and waved before moving over to the bar.  Darryl finished up the last call on Beech Mountain Parkway to give Larry time to keep boarding, Darryl was a good friend, maybe tonight was his night too.

Larry let the hips got for a second as a little KC and The Sunshine Band started on the jukebox, he closed his eyes and let his hips move for a moment to the music.  When he opened them back up he was pleased to see all the women staring at him in awe at the talent he chose to hide until this moment.  There were a few out on the dance floor and he decided that he had enough control to move into this little pack of honeys and show off his talent.  He wasn’t surprised when Brick House came on the jukebox, he did after all choose the song.

Larry moved into the group of ladies and let his talent go, his mind went “Booyah!” as it gave up control and his body moved with the music.  He was still in snowboard pants but he was taken back to those powder blue polys and smiled until he felt another hand on his shoulder.  It was a man hand, this time it was really a man’s hand!  Hips went to one side close to a very cute girl in pink skipants, “Booyah” then quickly went back toward another girl with blonde hair “Booyah!”

“Dude, that’s my girlfriend.”  The guy was bigger than Larry and from the looks of things had more friends in the bar that Larry (he just had Darryl).  He could tell the guy that he had to let his secret out and she should be proud that his hips chose such a fine lady as her but his brain took over control and all he heard himself say was, “Sorry.”

The guy pushed Larry out of the way and grabbed his girlfriend, the other girls parted (probably out of admiration for his talent) and let him leave the dancefloor and get to his friend Darryl at the bar.

“Man, you were hot out there!”  Darryl worshiped his friend.

“I have to let the beast go every once in a while, not just playing Slam Dance.”  Larry ordered a PBR, “I thought one of the honeys would recognize my talent.”

“Screw them, they don’t see the master when they know it.”  Darryl replied then stopped.  A light feminine hand touched Larry’s shoulder.  Larry turned slowly wondering if tonight was the night.

“Larry?  Larry Budzinski?”

Larry knew that he’d showed his talent at exactly the right time.  Darlene Czworkowski smiled back, her braces glinting in the fluorescent light.