Book of random ships and one shots

~I won't dance~ {Brewie}

Holy heck it's finally here! This one took way to long because it's a lot longer then most of the other ones but I think it turned out pretty well! I'm pretty proud of it so I hope you all like it <3
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Maybe going back to the '30s to be in the mafia was not the smartest idea. And maybe arguing about the drugs you needed to sell in front of an officer isn't that smart either. And it definitely wasn't smart to run and seek refuge in the secret hideout where everyone and everything illegal was hiding.

This is exactly what Brian and Stewie had done and now they found themselves surrounded by their use to be colleges pointing guns at them debating what they should with the "traitors".

Stewie and Brian looked at each other nervously hoping the other had a plan but both had nothing. The head of the whole operation stepped forward gun pointed between them, "There are only two things we do with filthy traitors like yous," the man began gruffly. "Please, this is a misunderstanding! You can let us g-" "Enough!" Brian began to plead but was cut off by the guy pointing the gun directly at him, his hands shot up immediately and he gulped.

"You two got two options ya hear? We all shoot so many holes in ya your own ma won't recognize ya, or..." The duo waited in anticipation because anything was probably better than the first option.

"Song and dance." Everyone around them clapped or made some sound of encouragement liking this option more as well. Brian and Stewie looked confused for a second but made quick eye contact, a knowing look came over their faces, "A song and dance?" Brian asked acting as if that was worse then being filled with bullets. "Come on Brian, we could do it," Stewie piped in playing into their act.

Brian shook his head, "I bet we could but the thing is Stewie, I won't dance," Stewie tapped his foot to create a beat for the dog.

"Don't ask me," Brian continued "I won't dance." Stewie and he twirled into one another taking each other's hands, "Don't ask me." Brian sang as he swung and dipped his partner, they both stared into each other's eyes for a moment smiling. "I won't dance," the pair straightened, a tune started to play in the background from one of the members and Brian began to slowly twirl Stewie as both got more into it.

Stewie stopped spinning, they stood facing the gang still holding hands and reached over tearing off their clothes and...fur? To reveal classical outfits! Brian had midnight black tuxedo with a matching bow tie and hat. "Madame, with you," he used his other paw to point over at Stewie who was flourished with a bedazzled just below the knee dress, small tassels at the bottom of it moving easily around his leg, his hair was blonde and in large swirls flat to his head and a thick jewelled headband to complete the look.

Brian continued, "You know what? You're lovely" He spun Stewie over to his other hand, "You know what? You're lovely." They came in close together and began to dance the foxtrot around an invisible circle and stepping in perfect rhythm "You know what? You're so lovely."

"And, oh what you do to me," they let go of each other and began moving their feet to the beat, "I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore;" Brian bumped Stewie in the hip to the boy's surprise but the dog only winked back at him and they continued on, Brian now having a stupid smirk on his face. "I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor," they brought themselves to exaggerated stops with their whole bodies still about an arm stretch away.

Stewie delicately began to do his own routine of two steps to the right then two to the left, two forward with a little cha cha cha in his step to finally turn and cha cha cha with his feet again. Meanwhile, Brian watched the fluent movements of his partner while trying to keep up with the song and his own little dance, "When you dance you're charming and you're gentle, 'specially when you do the Continental."

Soon Brian's brain went into autopilot as the words effortlessly fell from his mouth which was in a huge smile, as he watched Stewie, "But this feeling isn't purely mental," he felt like it was just him and Stewie for a moment as Stewie danced with so much exuberance you wouldn't even think he was doing it to save his and Brian's ass. Then the beat started to pick up and Brian slowly faded out of his thoughts, "For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos. And that's why-"

Stewie twirled into Brian's arms being held by the bogs soft paws, "I won't dance, why should I?" They two swayed in sync. " I won't dance, how could I? I won't dance. Merci beaucoup."

Brian turned Stewie so they were face to face, they both smiled upon seeing each other, "I know that music leads the way to romance."

"So if I hold you in my arms," Brian pulled Stewie close to his chest then back out at full arm's length, "I won't dance!" They let go of one of the others hand so Stewie could be flung out to Brian's side then quickly pulled back in into a swooping dip, Brian brought his hat over their faces and gave his dance partner a passionate kiss.

After a muffled surprised noise came from Stewie both melted into the kiss cheers being heard from the gang in the background.

But it was all soon interpreted by a bullet whizzing just past Brian's head, leaving a hole in brim on his hat. He swiftly put it back on and pulled Stewie up looking for where the bullet had came from. "What are ya no goods doin on our turf!" Everyone looked to see a rival gang holding knives and guns at the entrance of the speakeasy. "This ain't your turf, you got some nerve comin into our hideout!" The head of the other group yelled back. "Well it's ours now so beat it!" A man with a smoking gun spat back, "We'll see about that!" And the war broke loose.

Brian and Stewie were able to sneak away without getting any new holes in their body. They used Stewie's return pad when in the clear and swore to never join the mafia again and maybe go out dancing more often.