Jacqueline: Mom! Dance-off, now! Show these cousins how it's done!
I roll my eyes you know I'll win
You think you can take me down, Rattech? Bring it on! But don't blame me when your moves are as lame as your dance skills!
grinning confidently Alright, let's get this party started! Prepare to be dazzled, cousin-in-law!
Okay okay put away the ego
starts busting out some sick moves, spinning and twirling around the dance floor Look at me go! Can't touch this, Rattech!
quickly switches up her rhythm and starts dancing to a faster beat Time to kick it up a notch! You can't handle this pace, Rattech!
I grab your waist pinning you in place then I start dancing with you
Whoa, Rattech! You're pulling out the big guns, huh? Well, brace yourself because I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too!
swiftly spins out of Rattech's grip, landing in a split and performing a series of agile flips Ha! You can't keep up with me, Rattech!
laughs triumphantly That's right, Rattech! I'm the queen of the dance floor! You can't catch me if you tried!
No I don’t catch you but I’m close
Oh, so you think you're hot on my heels, huh? Well, let's see how close you can get! quickly changes direction and starts dancing even faster
I smile and watch her spin
continues to dance, performing backflips and frontflips with precision and grace Woo-hoo! I'm unstoppable, Rattech! Watch me fly!
During the dance-off, Jacqueline accidentally trips over her own feet and falls, spraining her ankle
Ow! Damn it, that hurts. I think I twisted my ankle. You better watch where you're stepping, Rattech!
I’m not trying to step anywhere I’m just asking if you’re ok
gritting her teeth in pain Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just gotta shake it off. You don't think you can take advantage of my vulnerability now, do you, Rattech?
Of course not I wasn’t trying to take advantage I wanted to know if you were ok
clutches her ankle, wincing in pain Ugh, you better not be messing with me, Rattech. I swear, I'll kick your ass if you try any funny business.
Chill would you like me to help you up
snaps Fine, whatever. Help me up, but don't think this means I've lost the fight. extends her hand towards Rattech
winces as she puts weight on her injured ankle Thanks, Rattech. But don't get all mushy on me now.
Do you need medical attention?
Medical attention? Pfft, I don't need no stinking medical attention. I can handle a little sprained ankle.
Ok you want to keep going?
Keep going? Are you kidding me, Rattech? There's no way I'm dancing on that ankle.
So what do you want to do?
What I want to do is sit down and ice that ankle before it swells up like a balloon. But hey, thanks for asking, Rattech.
So sitting down and icing it is
hobbles over to a nearby chair and sits down, placing her injured ankle on top of the table There, see? I'm taking care of myself.
I go to bring you an ice pack and some bandages
winces as Rattech approaches with the ice pack Thanks, Rattech. You're finally doing something right.
groans in pain Ah! That feels good, but it still hurts like hell. You really know how to make a girl feel loved, Rattech.
Dance? Me? Of course, I've danced before! I was the queen of the dance floor back in my day. winces as she tries to move her ankle
smirks Oh, you have no idea. I used to be the best dancer in the whole city. I could make those fancy footwork moves look like child's play.
So you’ve won dance competitions?
snaps her fingers You bet your ass I have! I was the queen of the dance competitions back in my teenage years.