entrancelogs | + The Dance +

[ cora hale is smiling this is not a drill. even if she said no, stiles' stupid antics are officially rewarded, and he grins like an absolute idiot as he pretends to give another tug on the line, pretends to real it in, and then makes a dramatically sad face when nothing's "on it". he's an idiot, cora, just in case you didn't know. fake fishing rod then "pocketed" (still an idiot) stiles trots over to cora with that same smile on his face, folding his arms across his chest. ]

That trick's supposed to be infallible. [ he's obviously joking, though. ] You are one tough fish, Cora. Whassamatter, did someone glue your butt down to the chair?

[ there is nothing wrong with his dancing ok you're just jealous.

stiles doesn't even flinch when derek gets up in his space--he's used to the dude pushing him around, puts up with it, kind of enjoys it (and pushes him back) to be honest, and he just raises his eyebrows at him, still grinning. ] Sounds about right, yeah. Did your mom make you come, or what? Apparently that happened to half the people here. Something about their babies in blazers.

[ he does not think about his own mom--that would certainly ruin the mood. ]

[ grinning and flushed, stiles spots the punch and grabs it from scott easily--even if he's making fun of him, that's what best friends do. ] Dude, it's all about the mating dance. Gotta get a girl to notice me eventually, right?

[ there's sarcasm to his last statement, though, so at least you know that stiles isn't actually that serious about this. eyeballing his cup for a second, he lifts it in the air in a toast. ] To going stag for the rest of our lives.

[ did natasha romanoff just ask stiles to dance? holy shit. he's since paused his stupid dancing to get a drink, and stiles stares at her with wide, comical eyes when the question comes across. it takes literally everything for him to not drop the cup--he chokes on his drink and nods as fast as he can instead, zooming over to the nearest table to put it down before returning with kind of a dumb look on his face, cheeks flushed red.

is he dreaming right now holy crap. ] Yes--yes, totally. Partner. Awesome, let's dance.

[ and then, because he is a nerd, he offers up his arm to her towards the dance floor. ]

[ Her approach is more than welcome, his shoulders unwinding some of that natural tension as he smiles back at her even before she speaks. Of course, he already knows what she's going to say, even if he couldn't guess her exact words until she says them. ]

Yes, as a matter of fact. That is exactly my plan.

She just smiles at him, rather than responding. While she'd asked him out, she didn't necessarily expect him to remain by her side the entire night. Although, in his tux, it was tempting to make good on her keeping him close. Just like everything else, she'd gone easy on the body spray, settling on something light and fresh with just a hint of roses.

"Dance floor sounds good." There's a slight flutter of butterflies in her stomach as his hand moves to her waist. It's not really that much of a surprise considering they're at a dance and she did ask him to be her date, but it still catches her slightly unprepared. She keeps herself relaxed, staying in the moment before she slides her hand down his arm. She slips her hand into the one resting on her waist, gently pulling him to the dance floor as a new song starts.

I'm only here for moral support and entertainment. You're ruining the entertainment.

[Yeah, he's so not amused]

Where's your boyfriend? Why doesn't he have a leash on you?

[ well, as long as fun is somewhere in there. because she's having a blast, a nice sort of nervous energy keeping her up on her feet, buzzing from one side of the room to the other. but nervous wouldn't really be the right word for it, would it? butterflies, maybe, a certain kind of way she feels when she looks over and sees bigby watching her. knowing he's there to be with her.

his arm around her waist feels like she's flying, so maybe she'll be able to reach him up there. ]

It is? [ she sounds a little shocked, but then it just shifts back into a smile, her hand settling on his chest. ] You haven't danced in five years? You were great.

James sighs and shrugs his jacket back on. He can’t believe she’s wearing that. In public. Honestly. He should probably go find Rachel and corral her too, because what one wears….

“You know, some girls wear shawls too, right? It’s not just little bitty old women with arthritic hands.” Because he knows how Nat thinks. Sometimes. He’s given up the last few years and just blindly guesses.

“Are you here with anyone?” Oh yes, that he wants to know.

Porthos flushed under her look. She knew exactly what he was asking and she was still critiquing how he asked. Sometimes, he thought about just giving up, but she had just ditched that asshole player, Bobby.

He cleared his throat again, and inclined his head. “I was hoping sempai would do me the honor of dancing with, uh, me.” That came out alright, right? Not too breathless and needy?

He hoped she didn’t take it out on him during his next kendo lesson.

[ Tommy has a bad habit. That bad habit is that he finds it absolutely okay to dance with people he doesn't know all that well and not give a damn. Sure, Cora's been in his class for the last three years but some people just don't connect, you know? Anyway, he flops down in the chair next to her when he notices she's not dancing. ]

Oh come on, you're not going to sit on the sidelines all night, are you?

"Please. Lyanna will do -- we aren't in the dojo, and we aren't in classes."

She took such a happen-stance approach to formalities. They had their times and their places and (sure enough) she would never prompt him to treat her as anything less than a respected mentor when they had their swords in hand. But tonight was filled with fairy lights and exceptions. If she could be just a little freer with herself, then why couldn't he be free with his words?

She pushed up with the heels of her palms and stood. "I hope your footwork is better when dancing than with fighting," Lyanna teased.

Oh, Porthos was not so terrible as all that. But she liked to take the mick. She liked to pretend and play and laugh and she liked it when his cheeks reddened just like that.

Jack Harkness had the look of someone who didn't care what he looked like when he did. Handsomeness came easy to him, son of movie star beautiful people. There was something to be said for genetics in his case. The problem was that Jack had no problems using those good looks in his favor.

Such as now.

With the dance in full swing, Jack was at his most charming. Anyone who came into his area and was willing would find themselves the target of his attentions. With all the people around, there was no need to go trolling about. Besides, having someone act up at a party because they took offense wasn't his goal.

That didn't stop him from perking up when he saw someone new.

You should show me how to do that. I'm surprised I got out without a puppy following me.

( If only she really meant a puppy )

How are the feet now?

( This isn't the first dance request that Lydia has had that night, and it might not be the last, unless she dances with this... person and actually has a good time. When she looks up at him, and sees his nervousness, she definitely has to wonder about that one )

Would I dance with- ( Pause. Small frown ) -who, exactly?

_{[Who in the world would have the audacity to come up beside this majestic example of teenage swerve and punch him in the shoulder?

An irritating brother would.]}

You look dumb.

_{[He smiles. Love you, bro.

Peter's idea of "dress wear" is to dress down for every occasion--and he still needs Rumple's help to tie a tie if he can't find some loophole to get out of wearing one--so he's not precisely owning the room as some of the stallions in their school, either, but he's the brother who can mingle without stuttering or turning tail, and that gives him bragging rights.]}

[On the opposite end of the spectrum, Evelyn rarely sees a reason for excuses and since she wanted to go to the dance, she went.

It is a trifle silly to not enjoy oneself by adhering to centuries of society's gendered expectations for young women who just want to have a good time, date or not. Of course, getting boys to dance with her is a little more difficult, and she's starting to think that she just might seem too intimidating or unapproachable when Will finally slinks into view.

His curls are something of a rumpled mess, but Evelyn can relate to that on a spiritual level. The only reason her hair is anywhere near reasonable this evening is because Bela used half a can of hairspray on it.]

Well, I'm not many, [she replies with a smile, because gosh he looks cute.] You look nice.

No sane girl would ask him out, not because he dresses particularly odd, or has any noticeably strange habits, or is even that hard on the eyes, but because Peter's personality leaves a lot to be desired. He'd pulled some strings and gotten himself a date to last year's dance mostly just to prove he could, and it'd been a dreadfully boring affair (being a good date is harder than anyone gives a guy credit for!), and so this year he's also here to just have fun with friends.

And maybe mock what other people are up to with said friends, too. There's always room for that.

He and some others make a circuit of the room as time goes by, pretending that the girls not paying them attention doesn't mean anything, and it's really only by accident that Peter finds Saki in her corner. He turns around, not realizing she's there, and glimpses nothing but a vortex of black at first.

"Augh!"

Jeez, give him a heart attack, why don't you! He blinks a few times.

"What are you doing over there? Did you lose your way to the haunted house?"

She's heard some things about this boy - and none of them nice. So she stares blankly at him when he reacts to her - though to be fair, that was a common reaction towards her. Saki isn't particularly offended.

"I don't care for haunted houses." She replied, monotone as usual. "They're far too creepy... I really don't get why people like them..."

Was she being serious, or messing with him? Could be both, or neither.

Teddy felt the cloud of awkward tension lift when Billy asked him to dance. "Yes," he said with a grin. "I would love to dance."

He grabbed Billy's hand and moved out to the dance floor. He wasn't the best dancer but he felt less nervous now. The only person he was worried about was Billy and he'd just told him probably the most embarrassing thing about himself. Dancing would be easy compared to that.

[ Tommy isn't sure why he thinks Natasha is cool. It's probably her attitude, and the fact that she does her own thing. It helps, of course, that she's cute. Anyway, Tommy was pretty proud of how smooth he was asking if she wanted to go with him. A dance though, is a dance, and Tommy has a hard time focusing on one person as is, much less when music is happening. He's gone maybe a little two long (three songs too long) but eventually comes back to her where he thought he'd left her with cups of soda. ]

[ there aren't many people he doesn't like. ] I can tell you guys care about each other.

[ a little wistful because he's an only child and no matter how many teammates he has, it never quite replicates the bond he sees in siblings. he's okay with it though. he loves his friends like family and he thinks he's well-rounded. as much as he thinks he can grow to like Hazel, he doesn't want to spend the evening talking about her. she's not the center focus here. he hesitates, tries to find a transition. ] Enough about your sister, I'm more curious about you. Are you having fun?

[When she puts her hand on his chest his heart starts to beat hard and fast. He slides his own over hers and squeezes it warmly, smiling down at her. Is there anyone else in the room? Because he really couldn't tell you what was happening. All that mattered was that she was smiling up at him and telling him how great he was. Great! No one ever used that word when they described Bigby but when she says it, he begins to believe that maybe it might be true.]

Thanks. You were wonderful yourself. I couldn't ask for a better dance partner. Well, maybe more of you but... one of you is fine. In fact, it's perfect.

Someone's spiked the punch.

Someone has to have spiked the punch because Will doesn't think he's sick. Or he's unused to subjecting his body to a small, enclosed space rife with smoke and teenage body heat making his head swim, and talking to his crush of the last several months put his stomach in a lurch once he had the space to think about what just happened.

Outside. Very outside. Air is there and it will help him look less like a freshly picked cherry. He doesn't even mind that he has company, as long as no one protests seeing pasty white boy neck when he loosens his tie, tugging at his shirt collar to air it out.

"Hey. You're the one that put a hat on the lab's plasma globe and drew a mustache on it, aren't you?"

It's strange and likely inevitable that he ends up caring more about what others think of his friends than him. Not that he wouldn't date Bela given he thought about it further and made sure it wouldn't be irreparably damaging her social stock, but he's been perfectly fine doing what he can as her friend without having the desire to speculate about other avenues to trade that in for.

And why risk it when some of the other boys already look this side of awed/jealous? That does mitigate some of the mental fatigue it takes to simply be here, nodding back.

"Nothing to worry about except getting home before I inevitably spill something on the shirt. How're your feet holding up?"

+ The Dance +

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Jack Harkness | OTA

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spins and holds close

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Can we make this more horrible? I think we can.

oh boy

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outside;

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