Dance Me To The End Of Love. I'll be honest, I didn't think a 1930s dance-marathon AU with Dave and Jade was a good idea, given that I did see "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?" But you proved me wrong! I'll never forget the way Jade grabbed Dave's thigh in that tango, or the way that the two of them planned to spend their loot if they won. But did you have to do that to the kumquats?
FIRST LINE: “No, Jade, you don’t get it, pole sitting is old hat, we gotta go for the big bucks, the moolah, the stuff that requires cold hard effort. We gotta go for the dance,” said Dave, with the kind of fast accent that best belonged buried under the Brooklyn Bridge.
LAST LINE: “Now I know why they call it ‘the shag,’” said Jade, as the drummer hit snare, then cymbal.
I only wrote this because I used to be in a 20s-40s dance club and wanted to vicariously live out my past experiences through DaveJade, and also Depression-era exploitation narratives. Americana! Hot dog!
The biggest problem I had while writing this was that I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to peel a kumquat. I just thought they were, like, supposed to be really sour. Sort of makes the poisoning scene nonsensical, in retrospect.