When Mary heard about the Sunday night tango dances at Troucation, she simply had to go. The tango was reaching popularity in her time, even though it was viewed by some, mostly those her grandmother's age, as a vulgar dance, like having sex in public with your clothes on. Thus, it was absolutely perfect for she and Howard. It didn't take much twisting of her husband's arm to get him to take her. They enjoyed going out and spending time together and anything where he got to put his hands all over her was perfect in his book.
They dressed up, he in a suit and she in a dress that was evocative of her time period, one that one would shimmy when she moved with him. Mary had never done a tango before, so she was grateful for the brief lesson that all the newcomers were given before being turned loose on the dance floor. Howard had a natural rhythm which made dancing with him easy, even if they still messed up some of the steps.
Out on the dance floor, they got into the proper dance frame, with one of Mary's hands in his and the other on the middle of his back. Their bodies were a bit closer together than a lot of the other couples. She looked up at Howard with a coy smile. "Let's see what you've got then, Mr. Stark."