Dance

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Dancing Meme

Dancing well takes serious skill and talent, but just about anyone can shake their hips or tap their feet to a beat. No matter your competency in cutting the rug, there's some pleasure to be found in letting loose and moving your body to the music. Not to mention... sometimes it's fun to get all dressed up! (And if not, then perhaps in seeing a partner all dressed up?)

So, let your cares go and let's dance!


Prompts

1. prom
It's the biggest social event of the year - provided you're still in high school! Do you have the guts to ask your crush to the dance, or are you more the shy wallflower type? How about a platonic date with your bestie?

2. ballroom
Ah, the formal gala: it's prom for adults! Dress in your finest and get yourself a partner for a tango or a waltz. It's for charity, after all.

3. alone
Do a little jig in the kitchen, or enjoy a living room slowdance with a significant other to the dulcet tones of your smart speaker.

4. club
You're hitting the clubs and you're ready to grind! What better place to meet new people who know how to have fun?

5. competition
You take dance very seriously. Like, competition-level seriously. Practice with a partner, or face off against a rival.

6. traditional
Let me show you the dance of my people, from the village-wide revelry of a summertime bon odori to the sensual swing of the hula.

7. adult
Some dances are For Adult Eyes Only. And yes, poles and laps may be involved.

8. wildcard
Anything goes!

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Comments

romanoff | marvel

[maskirovka]

[ she's probably working but, details ]

[pepperedoni]

[The migraine she'd most likely feel seeing him show up on the same mish.]

[maskirovka]

[ That budding headache is why she eventually makes her way around the room, champagne in hand, and sidles up beside the scruffy bastard and inquires without moving her lips: ]

What are you doing here?

[pepperedoni]

[The moment they made eye contact, he popped his thumb from his mouth after finishing a cracker with caviar, clearing his throat with a bit of urgency.]

Aside from eating on somebody else's dime? [Next was the champagne, the mouth of that glass held against his lower lip after he fed Natasha a shameless grin.] I'm on the bodyguard detail.

[maskirovka]

[ Caviar, gross. Delicacy or not, there's no way she's going to even touch the stuff. But the actual answer lifts her eyebrows, truly surprised. ]

Bodyguard? You?

[ Save the flirting, devil hunter. She's not interested anymore. Or so she says. ]

[pepperedoni]

The feds, the underworld... some folks make enemies of both. I don't break the bank.

[That she came over to him the first place was telling enough, so he stifled a bit of playfulness out of what he considered to be professional courtesy.]

How about you, though? Productive night or... am I throwin' a wrench in it?

[maskirovka]

[ A small, delicate snort. ]

God help that fool, then.

[ She takes another sip of champagne, turning her gaze back to the crowd. ]

Would you care even if you were? [ A small jibe, but warranted. ] As long as you stay out of my way, we're golden.

[pepperedoni]

Heh. Shame he doesn't answer prayers.

[Polishing off his champagne like some kind of bar-top magic trick, he offered her a shrug.]

Y'know, I wouldn't dream of gettin' in the way... unless you needed a well-timed distraction or two.

[maskirovka]

That's between you and Him. I don't get involved much in religion.

[ Having finished her own glass, Natasha smoothly trades the empty one for a full from a passing waiter. ]

Mmm, pass. I'd hate to owe you a favor.

[pepperedoni]

Can't imagine that one goin' over great with the team.

[Raising his hand in a markedly less graceful gesture, he couldn't help but notice there wasn't a single waiter looking to see if he wanted another round--]

Huh.

[maskirovka]

[ Natasha just gives him a scornful look, rolling her eyes after she turns back to the crowd. And can't help a bit of a smirk at the avoidance of the service; she can't honestly blame them. ]

This isn't your usual crowd, y'know. Can't blame the poor blokes for being...cautious, can you?

[pepperedoni]

Right, right. I'll just swipe something later when... [A little sullen, even if performatively, he'd lifted a brow as the center part of the hall started parting with polite, silent gestures from the staff. Come to think of it, there weren't any tables in the center of the ballroom, were there?]

Well, shoot.

[maskirovka]

[ Naturally she tenses when the air changes and the crowd begins to move. She's wearing a tight, slinky evening dress but that won't hamper her effectiveness in the slightest, and never think she doesn't have at least six weapons concealed...in places. ]

--what?

[pepperedoni]

[Not only had Dante dressed up but he'd put his hair back as if that were the last piece of the puzzle to make him presentable but the way he swiped a glass of champagne off a server's tray and grimaced betrayed that effort.

Early on, he'd recognized what the servers were doing the moment they cleared the floor and brought the band in closer--that it was time to make way for guests to dance.]

Kinda wish somethin' woulda gone down by now seeing as that kinda music is just enough to put me to sleep.

[maskirovka]

[ Again Natasha rolls her eyes, realizing what's going on as she hears the live orchestra starting all over again, this time louder and with more purpose. A few couples begin to spin, delighting the rest of the crowd, but she keeps her glass in hand and just watches, nonplussed. ]

Well, I'm sure you're able to find a dark corner to slither off to and catch a nap. The staff will probably just sweep you out at daybreak.

[pepperedoni]

[Just for Natasha's efforts, he thought it would be polite to tease back a bit. His bad mood wasn't going to give her any good practice, after all.

Dante's eyes scanned the crowd to check for his boss, in the middle of a waltz with his wife and witlessly drunk. Plenty of people were looking his way but a couple were putting their eyes on the odd pair on the fringes--well, one of them, anyway.]

Doesn't seem like you're gonna be so lucky, milaya. Want me to hold your drink?

[maskirovka]

[ Teasing is par for the course. And required whenever they get together. Otherwise, what else is there? Thus it doesn't surprise the elegant redhead one little bit. ]

No thanks, malyshka. [ She has no intention of getting towed out on that floor, none whatsoever. ]

I'm not here for the revelry. Or the drunken groping hands.

[pepperedoni]

Can't say I hate the work ethic, but...

[He couldn't help but wonder what 'accomplishment' felt like, after all. Even with his gentle nudges, he was doing his utmost to not follow where her eyes went, whether it was for a client or a mark but...

Playfully, he followed that train of thought.]

Y'know, I may not be drunk yet but if you want an easy out--I haven't had a drink thrown in my face in a while.

[maskirovka]

[ Good luck, but her assignment isn't a person; either to protect or assassinate. Natasha lifts the glass to her lips but doesn't drink. She toys with it instead, a bit playful herself. ]

Is that your...ingenious way of asking me to dance, cowboy?

[pepperedoni]

Hey, it's gotta be better than babysittin' me.

[All the other things she did were much more exciting sounding, after all. Smoothing over the front of his tuxedo, precisely the way a distinguished gentleman wouldn't, Dante offered her a little wink.]

[maskirovka]

[ Natasha gives a cynical scoff. ] I'm not babysitting you. You're working, remember?

[ She's not dressed entirely to the nines; opting for an ensemble that allows her to blend in but also move, if necessary. And she has to roll her eyes again at Dante's blatant shenanigans. ]

You're going to irritate me until I do, aren't you. [ Not at all a question. ]

legally, this has to end with them fighting demon troopers or something

[pepperedoni]

I ain't complainin' either way.

[He pinched the shoulders of his jacket and adjusted them before offering her a gloved hand. While Natasha took care to hide her pieces tactfully, he didn't put much care into concealment. The old, stiff gun belts he used stood out like a sore thumb when he moved.]

Do me a favor and keep the music outta my head and I might just tone it down afterward for you.

absolutely. i am game for this

[maskirovka]

[ It takes more effort than she likes not to grind her teeth and quip something bitingly sarcastic, and even more to toss back the rest of the champagne - liquid courage, or tolerance? - then take that offered hand.

But starting a scene now would be disastrous, so she lets the devil hunter lead her to the floor, once more saying beneath a frozen smile: ]

Don't worry, I'll step on your toe every fourth beat or so. [ She's wearing four inch spiked heels. ] Should keep you nice and distracted, da?

[pepperedoni]

Long as you're on beat...?

[Following the flow of the crowd, he led Natasha with strides and steps to allow a bit of flourish. Conversations hummed along from person to person, blending into a sea battered with touched-up classical music and he held her waist and her hand with that mean smile of his.]

It's a spare tux, so you can have at it.

[maskirovka]

As long as you can keep up.

[ And she can't help it; she twirls into his arm with a slight flourish, slapping her hand in his with a dark look of her own. ]

Don't fuck this up, Dante. [ It's hissed in the small space between them. ] I have other things to do tonight than deal with you.