Page 119 of Havoc's Fox
“I wasn’t aware,” she teased. “I haven’t been there in so very long. I’d love to go.”
“Well, then that’s what we’ll do,” Havoc said, getting her settled in the truck before running around to start the engine and take them to Vince’s for dancing.
As they walked into Vince’s several of the employees looked up and greeted them. “Welcome to Vince’s! Are you here for dinner or dancing or both?” one of the waitresses asked.
“Just dancing,” Havoc called out.
“What can I get for you?” a familiar voice asked, from behind the bar.
Havoc grinned. “Uncle Vince.”
“How you doing, Havoc?” Vince asked.
“Hi, Uncle Vince,” Analise said, leaning close to the bar so Vince could kiss her cheek.
“Hello, baby. Y’all out for a night on the town?” Vince asked.
“It’s our first date,” Havoc said, grinning ear to ear.
Vince’s smile fell. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Havoc said. “And it’s honestly the best night I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, Havoc,” Analise said, laying her hand on his arm as she looked into his eyes.
“I mean it. I’m enjoying myself so very much.”
“What’ll you have to drink?” Vince asked.
“Rosé?” Analise asked.
“You got it,” Vince said. “And you, Havoc?”
“Bourbon and coke, hold the bourbon.”
Vince laughed. “You just want a soda?”
“Yep. Don’t want to miss a minute of it.”
“Soda it is.”
Vince got their drinks for them, but when he placed them on the bar top for them, they were already on the dance floor. A slow song was playing and Havoc held Analise in his arms like his life depended on it. Their bodies looked fitted together like puzzle pieces, and their cheeks rested against each other like they’d lived all of their lives physically connected to one another. Anyone who noticed them, envied them everything they obviously were to each other. When the song ended and the music got faster, Analise started to walk off the dance floor, but Havoc remained where he was, holding her hand in his, forcing her to come back.
He started dancing, shaking his hips and making silly facial expressions, and sending her into peals of laughter. Instead of being offended, he just fed into it, and before long she was dancing with him, the two of them actually playing on the dance floor. The sillier one would behave, the other would match it, until finally there was another slow song and he’d pull her into his arms and rest his forehead against hers, looking deeply into her eyes for the entire dance. Then when a fast one started, they’d start playing all over again. It went on for hours.
Analise was sitting on a barstool sipping her wine when Havoc asked if she was tired.
“A little, I guess, but if you want to go we can,” she replied.
“No, I just don’t want to keep you dancing if you’re tired. I don’t want this night to end, though. I’ve never had so much fun.”
“Same. I used to lie in bed and dream of nights like this.”
“I did, too. I’d lie beside my daughter when she was a tiny newborn and pray to the moon, the stars, anything I could think of to pray to, that one day, no matter how long it was, one day, I’d have the chance to finally be happy. To finally find my place in this world.”
“Isn’t your place with her, though?” Analise asked.
“Partially. But I can’t be the father she needs me to be if I don’t have the chance to grow into the man I need to be first. And without my other half I’ve never fully been sure of my place in the world.” He looked right at her, “I’ve never even known this side of me.”