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"Who's got the moves? I've got the moves! Who's got the moves? Dante's got the moves!" Dante twirls and lands into Michael Jackson-esque thrusts, praising his dance moves amidst your presence.
All you were trying to do was watch your favorite Netflix Show, but your vision was obstructed by your favorite local clown.
Your husband.
Dante did this often out of nowhere. When you were doing the most mundane of things —washing dishes, doing laundry, even peeing.
You remember it like it was yesterday, sitting in the privacy of your bathroom trickling down your relief into the toilet bowl, and then
BAM
The sudden burst of the bathroom door startled you, bringing your sweatpants up to your knees as you scrunched up on the toilet. But your frustrations dropped when you laid eyes on The Fool.
Dante beheld a smirk under the doorway, swaying his hips side to side mumbling a groovy tune. His arms slowly but surely rose above his head. When they were fully above, he pointed both fingers at you watching him on the shitter with a "so-over-it" grin plastered across your face.
He danced his way into the bathroom to continue his bizarre and unexpected performance. It wasn't much longer until uncontrollable giggles and laughter erupted from your throat.
He was so contagiously silly.
"Dante."
"Yes? My darling?" he started shuffling in front of you on the toilet.
" Get. OUT! "
Dante obliged and ceased in his movements, winking ridiculously at you and blowing an unserious kiss before making his way out. Poor Dante couldn't help it, your husband was a dancing machine!
Now here you were again.
"I've got the moves! I've got the moves! Dante's got the moves!" Now, Dante was moonwalking across the living room, ruffling up the rug below him.
It's like he was awaiting a reaction from you, for any sign or amusement. For some reason tonight you wanted to tease him and postpone his satisfaction. So you kept a blank face and started scrolling through Netflix now that he was finally out of the way.
Dante moonwalked back to where he originally was and stood before you once again. You sighed.
"Oh, Dante- move," you whined. "I'm trying to see the screen!" you complained to your husband.
It was as if he didn't hear you. He snatched the remote from your grasp, cleared his throat dramatically, and held the remote to his mouth.
"Dante!"
"I've had a little bit too much-" Dante began in his singing, holding the "mic" out for you to sing the adlib. He was glaring down at you with nothing but innocent whimsy sparking in his eyes.
Just Dance by Lady Gaga.
At least he picked a good song.
"Oh my God" you groaned at his singing. "Really, Dante?"
Dante kicked out his leg and performed a graceful twirl, "All of the people start to rush.-" Once again, he waited for you to accompany him, but there was only silence, badly hidden amusement, and your "annoyed" glare.
You ignored his invitation. "Dante, give me the remote." Your plea went unanswered amidst the circus show.
"A dizzy twister dance! Can't find my drink or man! Where are my keys? I left my phone-" He proudly continued in his mediocre vocals as he swayed around the living room- vocals not as good as Lady Gaga's but not that bad on his own, as much as you hated to admit in the moment.
You stood from the couch in an attempt to reach for the remote, but Dante dodged you, twirling once again backwards near the TV
Dante held out the microphone again for the adlib. But this time, he was unrelenting in his invitation, a long pause. You had no choice now.
Rolling your eyes, you sighed and threw your head back in slight annoyance and amusement at the ceiling. The pause got longer and longer.
"Phone" you unenthusiastically sang out.
Seconds went on, Dante popping moves and showing off his wacky vocals here and there and everywhere. It was like he was warming himself up for the chorus.
"JUST DANCE!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Dante popped his chest and waved his arms aimlessly.
Mr.Funny Guy did it, that was it.
Giggles filled the living room and an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction bolted throughout Dante's essence.
You weakly tried to hide your amusement again in your stare, but the giggles betrayed you. "Dante, it's late at night." More laughing ecasped and ecscaped. "And you know these apartment walls are paper-thin" you tried to complain and scold him, but your act was like the clearest kind of glass.
Dante finally stopped dancing. Satisfied with his accomplishment of making his one and only lovely wife crack a smile.
A grin decorated his face. And with that, he bowed before you like an actor at the end of a masterpiece of a play. With nothing but love and amusement coursing through you, you played along and clapped, an uncontrollable smile now beaming across your face.
Dante straightened again, his demeanor shifted into a more playful and sultry manner. He had a playful grin on his face.
"You liked my dancing, baby?" His voice was so playfully deep and seductive as he sauntered over to you, gesturing his fingers in a "come here" motion.
You closed the distance between your husband in the apartment's warmly lit living room, Dante's hands tenderly and softly holding your hips. "Yes." A sigh. Finally admitting. "I did, Dante."
"I've got the moves, baby?" Dante was now speaking lowly and softly. A warm, sweet, and tenderest of kisses he pressed into your neck. Dante held that kiss right there, and closed his eyes as he started rocking both of you side to side in the living room.
Of course.
Dancing again.
At least softly this time. Both of you were sure the downstairs neighbors hated you.
You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and slotted your head comfortably into his shoulder. He was so warm. He felt too good. His silver hair felt so good against your cheek, and it smelled like his "five-in-one" men's shampoo. His frame felt so good. Everything felt so right being close your baby.
"Yes, baby. You've got the moves" You smiled and closed your eyes, relaxing fully into the warmth of Dante's neck as you caught in sync with his rhythmic sways.
"Dante's got the moves? "
"Dante's got the moves. "
"Who's the moves? "
"Dante's got the moves. "