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“Can I have another whiskey please?” Mark asked the waiter, obviously disturbed.
“Of course, Sir”
Even though the waiter inspected him quizzically, he didn’t hesitate and brought him his fourth whiskey.
The typical hotel-lobby music sounded dampened through the bar. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the lyrics.

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

As Mark opened up his eyes, he saw Tiny standing in front of him, wringing her hands, not knowing what to do. So they were standing there, simply looking each other in the eyes. All of a sudden, Tiny reached out for his face, touching the lines of his face, kissing him softly.
“I’m sorry Mark.” Tiny now sobbed. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I was so afraid of myself, because this time I’ve found someone who is for real, you know? And it’s a strange thing for me.”
“Shh. It’s okay, baby.”
“No it’s not.” Tears streamed down her face. “I’m so sorry I treated you like that. Uhmm, fact is that I… you know… I think I… ”
Mark looked at Tiny, amused.
“Want to have a drink?” Tiny rolled her eyes.
“Oh Mark, you’re so pathetic. Anyway, I wanted to say that I think I love you.“
“And that was so hard to say?” Mark smirked at Tiny.
“If you grow up with my Mom, yeah, it is!”
Mark laughed.
“Oh c’mon. I know Ryanne. I think she’s cool.“
“Are we talking about the same person?”
Tiny looked at Mark, confused.
“Hey, wait a minute! You know my Mom?”
“Yup. Long story. I’ll tell you later.“ Mark took her hand, pulling her in the direction of the elevators.
“Hold on for a sec, Prince Charming.”
He sighed and pointed wordlessly towards the bar. Tiny saw the four empty shot glasses, took off his sun glasses and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Jesus Christ Mark! You’re totally – “
“Drunk?”
“Yeah, kind of. Wait a minute. You confessed your love for me while you were totally drunk? How – um - strange.”
“I’m sorry Tiny, but right know I don’t have the brainpower to discuss this with you.“
Mark carried Tiny, tossing her over his shoulder, and headed straight for the elevators, while she loudly protested.
“Just perfect, Mr. Tremonti. Mental note to self : never stay in this hotel ever again.”
“Lower your voice, Mrs. Tremonti. My head’s pounding.”
“Mrs. Tremonti?”
“Sure, Honey. Now you know the dark side of my life - you have to marry me. Otherwise I have to kill you.”
Tiny giggled.
“Well, once again you convinced me. Don’t you think we should tell them now?”
“No.”
“No?!?!”
“First we have to catch up with them. That means we have to have at least two babies. Don’t even think about leaving this hotel room until you’ve fulfilled your duty.”
Laughing hysterically, Tiny collapsed onto the bad.
“Aye, aye Sir!”

- The End –

© by Mary_Jane_No1 aka Babsi, 2001
Don’t use/copy/or whatever this story without my permission
All lyrics are written by Bernie Taupin