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Looking around at the rundown, zombified, burnt out Chicago of today, you might not think it-- but it is, in fact, the most wonderful time of the year. In that spirit, cardboard signs have been posted prominently on street lights and buildings in the more frequented parts of town:

Holiday Sock Hop!

Come to the Wasteland for drinks, dancing, and

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[k_gabriel]

"...Sock hop?"

Karla sounds dubious.

She looks dubious, too.

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Gwen smiles.

In a way that could be construed as vaguely ominous, actually.

"Zack's idea. You know him?"

[k_gabriel]

Karla shakes her head, walking the rest of the way in and unbuttoning her jacket as she does so. "Don't think so."

[bitingmybullet]

Man. Zack's good at staying below the radar, it would seem.

She and Russ could learn a lesson or two from that kid.

"Well ... we were just sitting around here the other day, and he mentioned he doesn't get too many dates for the sock hop these days." A wry smile. "So I figured a sock hop would be the perfect vehicle for a karaoke-filled Christmas-and-or-holiday-of-your-choice extravaganza."

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Gwen smiles.

"Hey! Um."

Michael doesn't dance, does he?

Nevertheless: "It's a style of dance. Kind of old-fashioned. It's a lot of fun."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen smiles back tentatively.

"Long time no see."