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Episode 8: Dancing Queen

Alisha had no idea what was going on.

Alisha was delightful. She was polite, had a great sense of humour, was always smiling, and she never had a bad word to say about anyone. Alisha had been an articled clerk for five months now and everyone loved her.  And she seemed to love everyone.

One of the articled clerks’ duties was to prepare the boardroom each week for the firm’s Friday night drinks.  In previous years the firm had at least three articled clerks to share the FND duties.  However, due to the Global Financial Crisis the firm had only hired one articled clerk this year, which meant that FND duties fell squarely on poor Alisha’s shoulders.

True to Alisha’s form, she still managed to approach her responsibility with gusto and vigour.  Week after week she served up culinary treats for the rest of the firm’s weary and jaded lawyers, looking to unwind in time for the week’s end.

This week, Alisha decided to host a Mexican themed night. With a little help from Asha, the pair plated up a colourful display of quesadillas, nachos and bean dip. Everyone was replete and Alisha couldn’t help but feel happy with herself.

Once the food was out and everyone was face deep in guacamole and salsa, Alisha decided to sit down and enjoy a nice glass of white.  She noticed that there was a seat next to him that was free.  She hadn’t really had a chance to get to know him since he started so she decided to take this one. As she sat down she grabbed the bottle of white and poured herself a drink.

“Would you like a glass?”

“Oh no, I’m not drinking.”

He picked up a can of Coke Zero and took a sip.

“Liar.”

Alisha giggled.

“What?”

“You said you weren’t drinking, then you took a sip of your Coke!”

“No, it’s Coke Zero.  There is no alcohol in it.”

“Ha ha, I know, I was just making a joke.”

“Oh.”

He choked out a giggle.

“So, got any big plans this weekend?”

“Yeh, might hit the clubs. Dance with some chicks.”

“Oh, bit of a dancer, hey?”

“Of course.”

“Ha ha ha, really? I’m not very good at dan…”

He took out his mobile phone and started searching for something.  He pressed a button and something came up on the screen.  He held it up to Alisha.

“See.”

She watched a group of girls dancing on his screen.  They appeared to be back up dancers, although it was difficult to see exactly who they were backing up.  They weren’t terrible, but they certainly weren’t professionals either.  They were dancing on some sort of makeshift stage.

In the foreground and to the right of the screen was a man dressed in a sparkly black suit.  He also appeared to be dancing, although it was hard to grasp exactly what he was doing, as he wasn’t quite in frame.  The song in the background sounded familiar to her.

“Michael Jackson.”

“Pardon?”

Alisha had no idea what was going on.

“That’s me.  I’m a Michael Jackson impersonator.  I perform for my church group.”

Alisha really was delightful.  However, the poor girl simply was not equipped to deal with such situations.  She decided to tend to the rest of the group and fill up the bowl of nachos.

This is the Chronicles of Creepy Pants.

Stay Tuned for Episode 9: The Gun Show

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