Pete Dances His Socks Off

by FA Pete Mitchell

FA Pete Mitchell entered the Warrior's Cantina to join VA Hav Antiel's promotion party. He saw Hav pretty quickly and went over there.

"Congratulations, bud!"

"Thanks Pete!"

"You earned it. Nice party, I do miss this cantina. We had some good times here."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Alright, I'll see you later. Don't drink too much. You've only got one day off for the hangover!"

Pete made the rounds a bit more and saw Plif. "Heya Plif! How's it going?"

"Oh, doing well, just enjoying my scotch and soaking up the natalgia of the old stomping grounds."

"It hasn't been that long, Plif. At least not for you."

"True, but I miss her all the same."

"Oh, shoot. She's lost it, Plif."

"No she hasn't."

"Yes, she has."

"She has not lost it." Pete turned and walked towards the dance floor. "I hate it when she does that!" Plif downed his scotch and followed.

On the dance floor was TK-1347, or "Tappy Feet" as she was known.

Pete strolled up and began dancing near her, really nailing his moves, and finally danced right up to here so they were eye to eye while tearing up the dance floor. Finally, Tappy removed her glove and threw it on the ground at Pete's feet. "Oh it's on, Admiral!"

"That's Fleet Admiral to you!" With that, he backed up and watched her moves.

The DJ noticed what was happening. "Oh, it's a dance off everyone! Tappy versus Pete!" The chatter became silent for a moment, only leaving the music, then it returned with even more volume as the whole cantina surrounded the dance floor.

Tappy put it all out there, and it was a good show with some spins, slides, foot tapping, and a pretty good robot.

Pete took over from there, starting with a bit of hopping, some salsa, and some jump on it. Then, Plif and Kappa squad joined in behind Pete.

A squadron of stormtroopers then joined in behind Tappy, and a good time was had by all.