[ So Tim didn't want to dance, did he? Far be it from Majima to make him. But maybe this crime man would just walk on over to the edge of the dance floor and slip his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. Draw the bullman closer so that maybe those sensitive bovine ears could pick up their conversation a little more easily. ]

The reignin' queen gave me her goofy-ass fan as a parting gift. Hot pink feathers, made me promise to use it and everythin'.

[ Regardless of whether Tim could hear everything he said, though? Majima was smiling at the memory of it. And maybe at the thought of something else, too. ]

But hey, if it turns out disco ain't your thing, maybe I can show ya a different style of dance sometime.