+ Alice's Christmas Party Extravaganza! +

[curiousher]

Who: Everyone! Real Things and Mirrors!
Where: The Ballroom
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: We'll call it PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Alice decides the best way to keep everyone from wandering off to other places is to have a Christmas party! But...it might possibly make things worse. You should click the cut and find out.
The Story:

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[itsahotone]

[Let's face it--the party will only truly start when this girl walks in.

And here she is! Looking, of course, awesome and hot as you can guess from the icon I in no way just uploaded for this. After she (and Kurt) took a trip to an empty Breadstix, she needs a little something to cheer her up. This'll work.

COME DANCE WITH HER.]

[dashboardlite]

Aren't you festive?

[...says the guy wearing a white dress shirt, a pine green tie, and a casual blazer with jeans.]

[itsahotone]

Always. [She looks him upppp and dowwwwwn.] You're a little less so, but it'll do.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean offers a casual shrug.]

Formal ain't exactly my thing. Last time I went to the Christmas dance here, I was in a tux and felt like I was gonna suffocate.

[The up-and-down looking is happening from this end, too. Blatantly.]

[itsahotone]

Yeah, I remember that. As I recall, you looked pretty hot. [Casually glancing down for a second~] Not that you look all that bad now.

[dashboardlite]

Was that a compliment just now?

[Such mock surprise in his voice!]

[itsahotone]

It must be the eggnog. And obviously you don't look as good as me. [She even does a little twirl! Look at that skirt. Isn't it lovely?]

[dashboardlite]

Not everyone can pull off a dress, sweetheart.

[But yes, he looks, and remembers not to touch.]

How's the party so far? Thought I'd drop in for a look around before I go shove another Christmas movie in the DVD player.

[itsahotone]

I'd like to see them try, though.

[A shrug. She's shimmying a little to the music.]

It's okay. Not as boring as it could be, anyway. You should stick around, have some eggnog. Liven the place up.

[dashboardlite]

Isn't that what you're doin' already?

[Dean grins, stretches, and glances around.]

I ain't exactly a big party kinda guy. Doesn't show, does it?

[itsahotone]

Don't tell me you're another guy that doesn't know how to dance.

[Seriously, what the hell, EVERYONE IN WONDERLAND?]

[dashboardlite]

Skipped that class in high school.

[A beat.]

...skipped a lotta classes, now that I think about it.

[itsahotone]

Me too. [She says with a big cheery smile. Such a wonderful trait to have in common, don't you think?]

But that doesn't get you out of dancing now. Come on, dance with me.

[She holds out her hand all formally and everything.]

I promise I won't even try to cop a feel.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean frowns. He's stood at plenty of crossroads before - Hell, he sold his soul at one once - but this one in particular feels incredibly dangerous.

Trying to distance himself from someone he's physically attracted to while maintaining a friendship (and what little moral code he has left) isn't easy. It was easy with Bela Talbot, someone who was sexy and constantly inconveniencing him and his brother, but the only hang-up Dean still has here is age.

Eleven years is a lot, and he pushes the boundaries enough just by flirting with Santana on a regular basis. He doesn't want to string her along, but he has no intention of getting further than some vague sexual banter with innuendo.]

...I learned how to waltz once?

[He tests the waters warily, because he's walking on thin ice.]

[itsahotone]

[God, narration. She just said she wouldn't cop a feel. ♥ ]

If you wanna waltz to this kinda fast song, sure, we can do that. [She waves her still-held-out-hand a little, because hello, show a little dance decorum, Dean.]

[dashboardlite]

[The narration does not mince words when it claims that Dean Winchester cannot dance worth shit. Really. Look it up.

He never stayed at any high school long enough to go to prom, not that it ever mattered to him. The awkward slowdance he's got downpat, and Bela Talbot taught him how to waltz (and pseudo-adult-slowdance) during one of their cases, but generally, if one desires dancing, Dean Winchester is not the right choice.

So he awkwardly takes Santana's hand with a grumbled, petulant sigh, and trudges out to the dance floor with her.]