She couldn’t dance for shit and I loved it. If Jen had been a good dancer, she would have had too much on her side. Her self-possession was already enough; the bad dancing counteracted it adorably. The curves of her body and her stylish, laid-back clothes suggested she would have as much control of her limbs and hips as she did her smarts and wit, but she had absolutely no rhythm. The moves that should have been languid were jolty, and when she should have been keeping in time with the beat, she looked like she was wading through molasses.
i absolutely love the writing omg
