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Tweak says, "*coffeespit*"

Del Ethier (blackhole_son) wrote in we_float,
@ 2010-05-29 20:39:00

Current music:

'Just Dance' - Lady Gaga

I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Who: Del Ethier and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Saturday, early evening
Where: Walking On Sunshine dance studio.
What: Del and Maxxie go dancing
Status: closed, incomplete

Del had figured on this location for two reasons - the first was that he knew the receptionist would let them in and the second was that the two of them were together fairly discrete when it came to being Wild Cards. He led Maxxie past the desk after she'd paid with all into the rather plain dance hall. There was the ubiquitous disco ball and the music coming from the rather impressive set up was a rather ordinary waltz. It wasn't the most happening of places - they were easily the youngest people there - but there was a nice crowd.

He grinned behind his shades and offered her a hand. "Shall we?" he asked. He felt comfortable here and it showed, almost glowed from him.

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blackhole_son
2010-05-31 09:38 pm UTC (link)

"Yup," he said succinctly. "Not like, grabbing on random people, but. Well, okay, grabbing random people to dance or whatever. But tastefully," Del replied with a wry grin. "But then I end up walking into walls and then I'm done for the night."

Del dipped her down and back up, then spun her around a couple of times just as the music came to a big, if sudden finish. "What - you never get bombed and just live?"

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maxblinks
2010-05-31 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Just like that, her walls started sliding back into place. She trusted him to keep his hands to himself, at least outside of a dancing situation. But still. "Doesn't everyone try it, at least once, when they go away to school?" She shrugged like it didn't matter. "I didn't like it. But it might be funny to watch you walk into walls," she teased, trying for light. "I'd make sure you got home alright."

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blackhole_son
2010-05-31 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know, do they?" he replied curiously. Del shrugged. "I get home ok usually. That's the plus of drinking with friends."

Something had changed; there was a stiffness to her where fluidity once had been, so he pulled them out of the swing of people.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked delicately. He knew he was hard to read, so it made him extra cautious to put emotion in his voice.

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	maxblinks 2010-05-31 10:26 pm UTC (link)
	No question that began with asking permission to ask it was ever anything she wanted to answer. She shrugged casually, trying to make it look like she hadn't just pulled away from his touch now that the dance was done. Her chin went up, jaw set. "You can ask," she said, "but I don't promise to answer." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blackhole_son 2010-05-31 10:33 pm UTC (link)
	"What's the deal?" he asked quietly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maxblinks 2010-05-31 11:27 pm UTC (link)
	Maxxie wrinkled her nose. "What deal?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blackhole_son 2010-05-31 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	"The deal with you," he replied. "Did you have an abusive boyfriend or something? People don't tense up at the mention of partying." Maxxie seemed to be the type to appreciate candid conversation. "Do you want to stop dancing?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

maxblinks
2010-05-31 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"I don't date." She put on the bright smile perfected through years of performance. It wasn't exactly a lie. She didn't date, and never really had. But she barely knew Del, and didn't like talking about herself at the best of times, so her lips pressed down against any description of her first few days on campus.

"And I'd rather dance than talk. I don't get to do this very often at all, and I love it almost as much as gymnastics except for the part where it's actually just fun."

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blackhole_son
2010-05-31 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"Oh...kay," Del said slowly, skeptically. He guessed that was what she meant by not answering his questions.

At least it made sense in the growing picture of the petite girl in front of him. He resumed his perfect posture and decided he could ride through this just fine - he just had to keep this in mind for next time.

"Forget it." He offered her a hand to go back out again.

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