Do the D.A.N.C.E. - Tagged

[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Malachi was attempting socializing with the staff he worked with, all of which new nothing of his actual job but that wasnt the point. He was trying to be friendly which to Malachi was a scary thing, he thought a glare was friendly and a nod was a hello. Drinking, yeah he did it but he wasnt all that out going to start with. He could hold his alcohol too up to a point and to get through the night of laughing, crying, emotional messes that he called work mates he needed all the help he could get.

With that in mind Malachi had started drinking in an attempt to take the edge off, his edge wasnt off for a long while until he couldnt really feel much of an edge at all. Slowly one by one the party died down into the last remaining few until Malachi decided to text Lizzie to come and pick him up. He had already arranged it just the time needed sorted and now seemed like a good time to leave. It seemed like the thing to do or at least attempt to do given his phone was getting difficult to see. “Honey, lobe you lots.” He typed or attempted to as he squinted at the screen. “Will be on a mushroom outside. Please come get me.”

The other thing he hated more than feelings was predictive text though he decided any further messages might be just as bad. With that in mind Malachi left the remaining few in the bar as he wondered down the street to the bench he knew he had arranged to meet Lizzie at. Even the fresh night air didnt seem to have the same sobering effect he was used to as he sat down on the bench. He could see across the street and into a club as the music reached his ears. He wasnt usually a dancing kind of guy, he sang sure but only to the kids at a push and his wife if he was attempting to be romantic but usually shut up pretty quick.

He didnt recognise the song at all as he could see a few people dancing away as he wondered if that was something he could try. After all Lizzie was coming to get him or he hoped she was so where was the harm in taking her dancing for a while? It seemed to be a competition and sure they were good at those he thought as the idea stuck. Malachi sat watching as he started humming one of the few songs he knew, it just happened to be Spongebob but still he had to pass the time with something. Then as he chuckled to himself he started to sing it. “Ohhhhhh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob SquarePants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SpongeBob SquarePants!” Malachi knew he had had enough to drink but his edge was definitely off and he could only wait for the headache tomorrow would bring.

Then again he had done his ‘friendly office socializing’ for a decade with this. He had sat through karaoke, done the two step shuffle before resigning himself to the nearest chair to drink like a fish to finally feel very little other than he thought he was floating. Taking out his phone again Malachi set to texting Lizzie once more. “Bring your dunking shoes.” He messaged still singing the Spongebob theme tune happily enough on the bench.

Tag: Elizabeth Gidon

[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Liz had Gabriel to take care of and she knew Malachi was out drinking. She would have preferred that he’d done his drinking at home. Lizzie looked at the text message and sighed. Her husband was clearly drunk. He was talking about sitting on mushrooms. She already had the address so she typed back. “Love you too, don’t fall off the mushroom.” Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Though she had a feeling he would reread the text messages later when he was sober and get a laugh about it.

It would take her a few minutes. There was a friend who was coming to watch Gabriel and Lizzie was walking out the door when the text about the ‘dunking shoes’ came in. She had no idea what he was on about as she headed for her car. She threw the phone on the front seat of the car and then started on the drive over to where Malachi was. She could not figure out what mushroom he was talking about. Lizzie knew the city pretty well and she’d not been introduced to this place with the mushroom. Even as frequently as Evan went out drinking, she didn’t even vaguely remember a bar with a mushroom anywhere in the city.

She would have to make heads or tails of things. Lizzie’s sense of direction was okay of sorts, but her memory was not always the best. This was the woman who forgot her alarm code to the house and had the cops come trying to arrest her. She drove to the bar as quick as she could using her GPS to make sure she got where she was going. Funny, she didn’t even know this bar existed. Though she didn’t see any mushrooms.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Drinking wasnt really his favourite past time, no he enjoyed a drink in the safety of his own home. Not outside of that, outside of that had risk factors but then again he had a directive and that was to socialise like a normal person would, Malachi wasnt by any means normal so drinking and attempting to be a good boss and diplomat was stretching the world he was in. So sure he had drunk himself into a little mushroom crazy but then again, it was what people said was fun. He wasnt ecstatic about it but it might appear he was having fun.

Malachi glanced at his phone as he read the text from Lizzie and grinned. “Me and my mushroom won’t fall anywhere.” Well at least she seemed to know what he was talking about, it was exactly why he loved her like he did. She was the one woman in the world that understood him. Even if he was talking about mushrooms. The time passed as he sat there watching the couples in the club, he knew he had some time before Lizzie got there as he wondered over to the club. He ended up peering through the glass before he moved inside.

He had long given up on spongebob as he was greeted with a sheet of paper. Name, email address and a number to stick to himself for a dancing competition. Well how hard could it be but the one issue was he needed his plus one as he swore that Lizzie was coming and she wouldn’t be too long to the guy on the door. Dancing it was romantic and what normal people did which he guessed Lizzie might like because it was different to the normal. Sure he might have done a two step at home where no one could see but now he had a number and his chicken scratch was scrawled over the piece of paper and handed back to the guy on the door.

All he needed was Lizzie. Malachi went to walking or staggering back across the street though when he glanced further up the street he was sure he saw her car. Instead of using his usual common sense Malachi decided to walk up the middle of the street to meet her, if it was her at all. “Lizzie... we need to hurry. Park and come on.” He decided to call out though mostly his decision making had gone to the wolves as he waved the sticky piece of paper with the number on it at the car that got closer and closer. The night air had sobered him to the fact that he was drunk and there wasnt much he could do to change it. He had a grin on his face too which either meant he was ill, insane or home but he wasnt any one of those stood in the middle of the street.

Tag: Elizabeth Gidon

[Elizabeth Gidon]

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Her husband had completely lost his mind. Lizzie looked around for Malachi outside. She was pretty sure he said he was going to be outside. Then there was Malachi coming out somewhere and now he was waving a piece of paper. Well at least she didn’t have to into all the bars and deal with men trying to grab her ass like last time. Malachi drunk, somehow equivilated into Liz getting cat calls at bars. She was learning quickly to hate this.

Liz climbed out of the car, she needed to have a few words with him. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t he be like other drunk men and just pass out in the backseat of a car? Heaven knows she didn’t need him starting bar fights. So at least there was that. No her husband was a happy drunk. How? She was still trying to figure that one out but waving something at the car and trying to get run over didn’t really fly with her.

“I have no idea what you are on about Malachi. Between mushrooms and trying to jump in front of my car, I think you need to get in the car so we can go home.” She was trying to bait him. Yeah there was a few ways of doing that. None of them appropriate for public. "You can take me in the bedroom when we get home too, just get in the car." She just hoped that he didn’t turn around and tell the whole street what she’d just suggested. Malachi drunk… everything was a toss up.

∵ Malachi Ben-Gidon ∵

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

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I’M NOT ARGUING

just telling you i'm right

Cat calling his wife was an offence in his book. Malachi hated and yes arguments had been started over less, never with his wife but then he had no issue in putting a guy in his place. Maybe more so when he had a few to drink but that never really bothered him when he was sober either. Lizzie was off limits to the world, no sideways glances, no cat calling, none of it. She was taken and that was it though this time he was on his own and that meant that she was safe from leering eyes or touchy hands.

Malachi gave Lizzie a funny look, what couldnt she understand what he was talking about and who was talking about mushrooms to his wife? “We can’t go home, not now. We need to be somewhere. I was sat on that mushroom and found it.” Malachi stated as if she should know exactly what he had done without even being there. Communication wasnt his strongest point at times, no he worked alone. He was used to following rules but when he was drunk, rules didnt matter too much anymore and he was more likely to be a normal human being or relative to his usual state anyway.

At the mention of the bedroom Malachi for a second thought about getting into the car. Forget the idea and spent the night at home with his wife, she really did know how to bait him. He chewed on his lip debating his actions, if he went home now they had more time sure. If they stayed out he couldnt guarantee that the offer would still be there though no he was trying to be a normal husband. One that tried to do different things for his wife. Malachi just grinned at her for a moment.

“Yeah, I’d love to do that.” He said grinning, “My wife wants to take me to a bedroom.” He announced to the entire street, empty at least but he was being loud mostly because he was far too excited about the bar he wanted to take her to first. If the idea was still on the table when they did go home. "You are the best wife ever in the world but on this night. No I cannot go with you because you need to go with me." He announced trying to explain without telling her what he had done. Mainly because he wondered if she would run to the hills.

“But we need to go or we’ll be late and I said we’d do this so I have to keep my word.” Malachi explained pointing to the bar further down the street. “Lizzie please... just a half hour then we can go. It’s for you anyway a normal date thing that people do.” Malachi offered trying to bait her with the normal side of things. “Then we can go home to a bedroom if you still want to, just this first please.” Malachi asked as he held out his hand for her to follow him. Sure he was still stood in the middle of the street but that didnt bother him in the slightest.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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[attr="class","Lizzienert"]Lizzie had to admit watching Malachi beg for her to do something was quite amusing. Malachi was quite clearly drunk. Part of Liz wanted to know why and the other half was simply amused at such a sight. Though why he was so persistent about their need to be somewhere, she had no idea. Maybe too much alcohol made him delirious? Liz was still learning new things about him and she’d never known her husband to drink. She let out a breathe that she didn’t even know she was holding as she looked around to see what he was on about.

Malachi was also inherently LOUD when he was drunk. Him screaming what she had just said to the entire streets of Chicago rattled her a little bit and her face turned red. Then he was on about not going to the bedroom right now. That had always worked before… Liz was slightly jarred and confused. This wasn’t Malachi at all. His drunken happy screaming turned into begging and Liz seemed lost.

She figured that arguing the middle of the night point for a date would be moot given he was already so insistent. “If it gets you out of the middle of the street then fine.” Liz persisted. The last thing she needed at home with a toddler was Malachi being run over by a car.

∵ Malachi Ben-Gidon ∵

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

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I’M NOT ARGUING

just telling you i'm right

Malachi could see her face turn red, that wasnt something he wanted to happen for something he said as he tried to shush her. “No one knows it’s okay.” He mentioned after announcing there would be plans to the entire street. Malachi wasnt a drunk, he wasnt the sort to go out and get stoned off his face so this was new though whoever said alcohol took the edge off... they lied. Then seeing his wife red faced, no that wasnt right either when she seemed more lost than knowing what to do.

“But Lizzie plea...” Malachi paused for a moment, no she had just agreed if it got him out of the street. Well that was easier than he thought it might be, it wasnt like he was going to lie down in the road for the next half hour until she decided to go with him. That was around the plan F area. Malachi reached for her hand to pull her across the street and to the place he was talking about. All he could do was grin at the bouncer on the outside of the door as he nodded. “Told you she’d be here.” Malachi stated proudly.

“Just trust me on this Lizzie, you’ll love it I know you will.” Malachi said grinning as he pushed open the door to the place hearing the music. Malachi hadn’t ever been musically inclined, he was the worst at name that tune because it had no bearing on his everyday work. Then again dancing wasnt really something he did unless he was in the confines of his own home likely with no one watching but then again, for a date it seemed like a great idea at the time.

Tag: Elizabeth Gidon

SWANSKI

[Elizabeth Gidon]

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[attr="class","Lizzienert"]Liz let Malachi drag her out of the street. Malachi and alcohol didn’t mix, she had no idea why she let him go out and drink. Except for the fact that she didn’t want to be the wife that didn’t let her husband have fun when he wanted to do so. Though alcohol might not have been the smartest move on Malachi’s part as far as she was concerned.

Then before she realized it they were at a club. Lizzie shrugged at the bouncer but didn’t seem like she minded being toted around. After all she trusted Malachi with her life. Though how long her lifespan would be after this encounter with a club, she had no idea. Liz wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of clubs.

Had he any idea how much she hated dancing and clubs? She’d be expected to learn to dance given who her parents were. The fact she could get away with it was one thing, actually liking it was something else entirely. "Sure we will go with that." It was more sarcasm than agreement.

∵ Malachi Ben-Gidon ∵

Sorry it took me so long to reply, her muse is crawling in quicksand lately

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

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I’M NOT ARGUING

just telling you i'm right

Drinking to Malachi was one of those things other people did, he tried it and found that his edge was always on and then before he knew it he was doing things he wouldnt dare even dream of when he was T total sober. This was one of those things, the fun side of life that Malachi would have threat assessment cleared to death and then decided the risk was too great to take. Right then he hadn’t thought about risk other than the fun and trying to show his wife a good time.

“See I knew you’d join in the fun eventually.” Malachi said with a wide cheesy grin as he failed to notice the sarcasm laced agreement Lizzie made. “Let’s join in?” He said as more of a statement than asking permission to as he kept a hold of Lizzie’s hand as he tried his best to join the rest of the dance floor or rather group of people dancing. Malachi wasn’t a dancer, he could handle a few dances but it was a case of barely enough to pass for an occasion event where he would dance once and hug a wall for the rest of the evening.

Now however he felt like he was John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever though he looked more like the drunk dad trying to pull off moves he was a little too old to get away with as he tried to figure out how to dance along with the group and his wife. It took him all of ten seconds to decide to go right ahead and do his own thing as he reached for Lizzie’s hand again to try and pull her into the mix of things too as he jumped around and tried to slide from side to side for a moment.

“Just relax and enjoy it.” He said grinning at Lizzie knowing a competition would start soon enough though it was better to warm up first at least he figured. Try not to pull a hamstring on the first night out they had for a while, or rather his first night out and Lizzie coming to try to rescue him from himself sort of night. Then again if it worked out as a date night of sorts then Malachi was happy enough to do that no matter how much of a fool he looked.

Tag: Elizabeth Gidon
(No worries about it and let me know if you want to change things or add something else in if you think it would work better for you.)

SWANSKI