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Dance, dance, dance
Who: Lily, Sirius
What: dancing, drinking, being a teenager
When: Friday night
Where: various clubs and pubs around the area
Rating: Low, probably
Status: Complete

Lily's weekly letter to James, letters she was becoming more and more convinced he'd never read, was tucked away in the drawer with the others. For a long moment, she simply remained where she was on her bed. Her thoughts were becoming increasingly snarled, and she truthfully didn't know what to think about ... anything anymore. Having been here four solid weeks, being employed, living with two of her mates and her future daughter-in-law ... it was putting interesting twists on everything. She had never been a patient person, and as difficult as it was, she thought she was going to have to truly begin the process of severing herself from James. He wasn't here. He might never be here, and the longer she clung to a maybe-but-unlikely possibility he'd show up, the harder it was going to be to surrender to the fact that this was her life now. New York, 1964. This cage was her life, or close enough to it that she should start treating it that way. Not that she was going to rush off into the arms of the first man who'd have her, nothing so dramatic as that, but it was time to start opening herself to the idea of it. The idea of it would make the reality of it easier. She was an attractive young witch, and it wasn't as though she hadn't already caught a few eyes. She was interested in none of them, however, because none of them were James. There would come a time though, she was sure, when she would meet someone that sparked something, and she wanted to be ready when that happened. Months down the line, surely, and by then she probably would be ready. She brushed her fingertips against the drawer containing the letters, and she closed her eyes. "I will always love you, James," she swore to the empty room. "But I've got to let go." She bit down on her lower lip when it started to quiver, and when she thought she had her composure again, she set about getting ready for the evening. Tonight was just going to be about dancing and fun and drinking and just living. It wasn't going to be about wanting to get home or hating the cage. It was just going to be. ____________________ While a few people had expressed interest, Lily wondered how many hadn't signed anything but would be there anyway just out of curiosity. She'd dressed in a short, pleated skirt and her most comfortable pair of shoes that still went with it. Her dark green top had some sort of glittery thread in it, and she thought it looked adorable. She'd put on the tiny emerald stud earrings and a black choker with a small emerald charm on it, and she'd pulled her hair into a tidy pile on top of her head before teasing a few locks down to frame her face. She studied herself in the mirror and decided that was just fine for the evening. She'd dance, she'd drink, she'd flirt herself silly, and just have a night of it. Pivoting on one heel, she marched out of her room and headed for the door. She glanced back once, but ... well, her wand would be just fine where it was, and if push came to shove and some Death Eater popped up out of no where and shoved her in a corner ... well, she'd just ice him down. "Leaving now," she called to the others in the flat. Ginny, so she'd know, and Sirius, so he could come along. Or would know she'd left so he could follow along whenever he was ready. Announcement made, Lily let herself out of the flat and headed toward the first club on her list of stops for the evening.