Shake your groove thing.

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Make no mistake: Disco was super cheesy. That doesn't mean that it wasn't also super fun. The whole point of the movement was being free and ridiculous, and even after living through the backlash in the Eighties when everyone conveniently forgot they'd been disco fiends, I had to give all those dancing queens credit for knowing how to have a good

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[broken_brushes]

Never let it be said that I wasn't prepared for a party, especially one I was throwing. Since I'd decided on a roller disco theme, I'd been planning, putting together a completely appropriate, if slightly scandalous outfit complete with hot pants and rainbow leg warmers. Hair in pigtails, I made my way around the gym, shaking my booty in time with Kool and the Gang and generally feeling like I'd stepped out of an Olivia Newton-John movie.

[off_the_ceiling]

"Look!" said Jess excitedly as she skated slowly up to Shari. "I learned how to stop! Without grabbing someone or falling down!" And just to prove it, she braked herself right at Shari's side.

Okay, there might have been a small amount of grabbing involved.

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I couldn't help but laugh even as my free arm wheeled wildly out to keep the both of us from toppling over. "Good job, Jess," I replied, giving her the thumbs-up once we were steady again. "I had faith in you from the beginning."

[off_the_ceiling]

"I haven't done this in so many years I hardly even remember how," said Jess. "And I definitely wasn't in stirrup pants the last time. They're actually really practical for skating. Who knew?"

[broken_brushes]

"People in the Eighties," I answered, speaking with the confidence of someone who absolutely knew from experience. "I had about five pairs of those things before I died. I was such a fashion victim." Not to mention spoiled rotten.

[off_the_ceiling]

"Not your greatest fashion option, but not your worst either," said Jess, pulling at the pants a little bit. They were actually pretty comfortable, fashion aside. "No offense, but it'd be really hard to pick out the worst."

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"It's still so weird to hear people bitching about Eighties fashion all the time around here," I admitted as we rolled along. "In the Eighties, we bitched about Seventies fashion. You know what I mean, giant bell bottoms and platform shoes with goldfish in them and stuff like that. I guess every era has its dubious fashion."

[off_the_ceiling]

"We just weren't far away from it enough yet to call it retro," said Jess. "There was some pretty horrible stuff in the sixties, too, but some people wear it all the time and people think they're cool."

[badblood_rising]

"Never again," Sam informed her in a steely voice as she zoomed by. He had only just, by the skin of his teeth, managed to keep himself upright after hitting what seemed like the only divet in the whole floor that no one else seemed to be tripping over. His legs spread a bit wide for balance, Sam coasted along at whatever speed his skates decided to settle on, which at that moment was barely moving at all, and shook his head in Shari's direction.

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I had told myself that I absolutely, positively could not laugh should Sam actually decide to put a pair of skates on those giant feet of his. The truth was I hadn't expected him to even consider it despite my wheedling, and the image of him on skates was hilarious, sure, but made me happier than I knew what to do with. When I rolled easily over to him, I was beaming.

"You secretly love me, Sam Winchester," I declared with a toothy smile, and reached a hand out to help steady him.

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"I'm not sure that word means what you think it means," Sam remarked.

He took her hand because he had to, a single push on his skate giving him a little too much speed to keep his balance completely. "I'm not sure 'fun' means what you think it means either."

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"That's funny, because I was pretty sure it meant doing something new and scary and possibly humiliating just to make someone else happy," I blithely shot back, still grinning away. Nothing Sam said was going to dislodge that smile, not right then.

I gave his hand a little tug. "Your problem is you're worrying about it too much. I mean, I know that's your default setting and all, but you'd seriously be better at this if you just relaxed. What's the worst that can happen, you fall down? Ooo, scary," I added, waggling the fingers of my free hand his way.

[badblood_rising]

"I've had enough broken bones," Sam argued, giving her an uncertain look, like he really did doubt her human status, just a little. "And bruises and burns and scrapes. I'd rather avoid that if I can help it, not matter how much fun it'd be for you. Even though I'm pretty sure that's a lost cause already," he added, his hand going to his lower back. His tailbone hated him, a lot.

[broken_brushes]

"Bitch bitch, moan moan," I laughed with a shake of my head. "You're still here, on skates. If you hate it this much, you must really like me. I'm touched, Sam, really," I added with a press of my hand to my chest, clearly moved.