[ location: THE STROLL DANCE HALL ]

[theextras]

The flyers have been up since the beginning of the glitch back in time: SOCK HOP! 5PM ON THE 19TH AT THE STROLL DANCE HALL! Or, some variation thereof

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all our favorites were playing so we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

[justaddmarbles]

Ambrose was certain he was entirely too old for this display of joie de vivre. Really, a man in his forties, a respected member of the community (at least he hoped he was respected) had no business hanging around a dance hall on a Friday night. There was work to be done, papers to grade, experiments to be tested, lessons to plan...

But there was a chance the band would play "Chantilly Lace," and maybe he'd get the opportunity to show a certain pie-delivering waitress that he actually did know what fun was.

For the time being he'd play the wallflower, sipping his punch (which may have been enhanced by the contents of a hip flask) and keeping an unofficial eye on his students.

all our favorites were playing so we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

[justaddmarbles]

[Sadly Mr. Langwe was a keen observer so Angela's efforts were for naught. On the other hand he was a magnanimous sort and so simply raised his eyebrows at her evasive maneuvers.

All right, raised his eyebrows and made comment.]

Enjoying your evening, Miss Montenegro?

and I'm running away, there's smoke on my sweater;

[biverbam]

And here is River, standing idle near the bandstand, possibly breaking any number of rules in her new home because of her earlier stunt at the bar, not that she particularly cares. Her hair hasn't been seen to at all (see: hot mess), and she's wearing some random arrangement of strange clothes that were in her closet that probably aren't very attractive put together. In her experience parties never end entirely well. Either someone gets kidnapped or stabbed multiple times or she breaks another psychic's brain or something explodes or someone turns into a soulless monster... Generally speaking, this is probably a very bad idea and robots might invade with laser guns by the end of the night.

But until then! There's music and dancing. It's not music she's terribly familiar with, either from her own personal preference or from previous Taxon shindigs, but it's nice.

Also, there's punch. That should be a fun adventure, right bad seeds?

[noheatnikki]

Kate approached River, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention.

"I know you probably don't want to be seen talking to your mother, but I just wanted to say hi."

Kate inspected River's outfit, looking confused, but smiled.

"And you look...lovely, dear."

[biverbam]

For a moment her spine stiffens and her eyes go wide (caught!) but it doesn't last very long. River nods to her fake-mother, deferring to her judgment, and smiles a small, respectful smile.

"Thank you."

[noheatnikki]

"Just let me..."

She reached over and brushed River's hair back from her face.

"You shouldn't hide your beautiful face."

if alcohol can't solve it, it isn't a problem.

[greenballadeer]

Lorne is at the back table with the punch. The punch is his best friend tonight. Of course, it doesn't go down his throat without a few additions from some flasks tucked in his gray blazer. Yes, gray. Lorne will never forgive this glitch for turning his suits gray. At least he got to keep a pink shirt and pink tie, which he wears to offset the grayness of the suit. One flask in his jacket contains whiskey, and the other the potion Tara brewed him that allows him to get drunk. He adds a liberal splash of whiskey to the punch and a drop of the potion, then downs the concoction in one.

If he runs into one of his friends all fifties-glitched, he's going to make himself a bath of spiked punch and drown himself in it.

Just because! XD

[demonologist]

Wesley comes up to the table to pour himself some punch. He nods to the guy who's already there.

"Evening." He offers politely. "I dig your shirt and tie. Very festive." Wes is in a sweater of the argyle or plaid variety. Something Willow picked out for him at any rate.

[greenballadeer]

Lorne almost drops his glass at Wesley's greeting. Oh, sure, the outfit's really not far off from how he usually dresses, and he's saying much the same thing Wesley would say, albeit more distant. But there's something about his aura that's entirely else. Wes doesn't need to sing for Lorne to pick up on that.

"Uh, thanks." He almost adds "Wes", but then, in this topsy-turvy reality Lorne has no reason to call him that. "How're you doing?" he adds, a bit lamely. Getting confronted with a friend with a seriously tampered aura somehow takes the edge off his charm. Go figure.

[demonologist]

"Can't complain, although the old ball and chain dragged me along to this. I can't dance to save myself. Two left feet. I'm hoping that if I stand by the refreshments and look occupied that she'll take pity on me and not make me go out there and make a fool of myself." He chuckles conspiratorially and holds out his hand to shake in greeting. "Wesley Pryce, moved here from California a few months back."

[noheatnikki]

Kate tugged Spencer into the dance hall, grinning as she looked around. It was nice to get out of the house. She didn't know what was going on with Spencer; he usually loved to dance, but he was dragging his heels tonight. She took his hand and smiled.

"Spencer, let's dance."

[numbersnfigures]

Spencer bit his lip and tried to resist being dragged onto the floor. He was a positively terrible dancer.

"Oh... I don't know, Kate..."

Too late. They were already in the middle of the floor.

[noheatnikki]

It was a slow number, and Kate looped her arm over Spencer's shoulder.

"Oh come on, silly. You act as if you've never danced before."

[numbersnfigures]

Spencer awkwardly held her waist. In fact he couldn't honestly remember dancing with a woman like this ever. Having her so close was making his heart thud in his chest. Spencer had no idea where his hands were supposed to go, so one rested on the small of her back while the other took one of hers. Kate smelled like a combination of talcum powder and Chanel No. 5.