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Who: Angel Dumott Schunard and Raymond Wood
What: Dancing, flirting, etc.
When: Flashback, about a week ago, whilst Greg is being awkward and Angel wants to make friends
Warnings: Drag. Flirting. Past that, I'll let you know.

Angel had finally gotten into the swing of things, concering the ballroom, her line, and her life in general, and had decided that there was entirely too much work involved, in running the party scene. She was looking for a day off, to let someone else run the show for a while. Having tried to contact the new acquaintances she'd met over the boards, and failing, she decided to do some snooping of her own, remembering one of the boys had said something about a dance studio.

A bit of creative detective work later, she stumbled upon the studio in question, walking up the steps and heading inside, immediately giving a little shimmy at the upbeat latin music blaring from the speakers. She stuck out a bit- plastic dress under a mess sweater, hardly typical Samba attire. But she believed she looked fabulous, and that was all she cared about.

Heading to the desk, she struck up a conversation with the secretary, idly watching the dancers in hopes of seeing the owner.