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Tracey!
Who: Terry Boot and Tracey Davis
What: Terry promised he'd take Tracey dancing, and he's a man of his word.
When: First night of Terry's trip to Scotland.
Where: Not Scotland. Back in London, where Terry shouldn't be.
Status: Incomplete.


"Fifteen minutes." Terry declared to no one as he looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes until he was suppose to pick up Tracey. How in the name of Merlin had he gotten himself into this again? How had she so easily and quickly manipulated him into coming back from Scotland for the night to take her dancing?

Oh, that's right. She'd not only said he wasn't a gentleman, but she also brought up the fact that he had been the one to suggest they should go dancing. Though he wasn't so sure it was a good idea now, he stuck to what he said. Not to mention he didn't like it when people said he wasn't a gentleman, that just brought out a determination to prove himself to others.

Terry looked at himself in the mirror of his room. The place they were going wasn't too upscale, not enough so you had to go full out ballroom attire, but nice enough where you had to get dressed up a little. Deciding if he paced around any longer he'd run a hole in the floor, he grabbed his suit jacket and his wallet, told the innkeeper he'd be back late and was off.

A small 'pop' brought him to the street Tracey was staying on and after a few minutes he found her place. Terry knocked on the door and checked his watch: right on time.