Friday night at Dino's Dine-N-Dance

(a glimpse)

The hot-plate magician sending meals out the door, the mango juice to sluck on as we're sliding on the floor. I talked to Esmerelda - she can mix me something smooth - my metabolism’s cranking and my legs are in a groove. We polished off our pizzas, asked Betsy for some toffee; the service here is lousy but ‘man, they make some coffee!’ The corn muffins steaming and the speakers screaming Hootie, dancing in a riot of clutch-and-grab booty, hey I don't get dressed up often but tonight I'm tutti-frutti!

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