You knew exactly, precisely, magnificent hello These are the first steps of the tango And it was awkward, kinda breathless And I don't like letting go This is the tango, this is the tango
They'd been late to the dance. Her shift had run an hour over when her replacement hadn't shown up on time; Gabrielle had arrived home at the same time Percy had arrived to pick her up. He was early, as usual, but she still gave him a hurried apology and explanation as she'd let them both into her apartment. She'd had to leave him to fend for himself while she took a rushed shower and got ready.
In half an hour she was ready to go, apologizing again as she emerged in a pink and black gown with a rose overlay. Her hair was swept up with some drop earrings to accompany it, and she wore low heels to dance with; she could dance in narrow heels, but she couldn't last as long, and she'd regret it the next day. By the time they'd arrived, the dancing had started and they went to find their table while a slow song started.
The ballroom and its tables were decked out in pink, red, silver, and white in honor of the upcoming holiday. She supposed most of the people here were treating the dance as their Valentine date, even if the holiday was still two days away. They took their seats and she took the chance to admire the room. "It is lovely," she told Percy with a smile, looking over at him. "Do they always dress it up so?" He'd said the dances were monthly affairs, but they could have either drummed up the decor for the occasion, or they could simply change their decorations according to the season.