Dance with the OC above you 💃

"Wonderful party, Skinner! Remarkable job!" Kul praised from besides the man. It wasn't everyday that he was invited to parties, let alone these high class ones. He wasn't as much worried about being made fun of for his outfit as much as he was concerned about if it would give Skinner secondhand embarrassment, but this was prime marketing time, and he simply could NOT take of the mask now! Besides, it was the perfect conversation piece! He'd already gotten three people interested in his cu-- group!
Suddenly, the musicians began to play pop music; and not just any pop, it was older pop, aka The Hustle. "Aha! I knew they wouldn't deny my request!" Kul clapped. He paid a decent amount for it, too. Turns out you have to bribe each and every member of a musical group, not just the leader! He turned to Skinner. "Are you familiar with this song, dear Skinner? We should dance to it! Come! I'll teach you the fire moves!" Practically pushing him to the center of the dance floor, Kul hopped besides him and didn't hesitate to get down and boogie. As per the song's rules, he did, in fact, do the hustle, even including a funky pyramid and the shopping cart into his dance routine. At one point, his chest piece projected dance steps onto the ground for both men to follow.
"Ha! You're a natural, Skinner! Stupendous!" Kul praised before looking around. "Look at that! Your skills have gotten everyone's attention!" It was true, there was a crowd surrounding them. Whether it was out of enjoyment or mockery, he didn't know, and he didn't care. It was marketing, after all! Plus, he loved to dance. Sure, he didn't like being watched, but this was an exception! If the world wanted to see his moves, who was he to deny it?

"Ha! What a welcome!" Kul clapped as he walked up to Brown. He paused when she unceremoniously dropped the news about Skinner, but to everyone's surprise, he started laughing and clapping once more. "Yes, yes! I figured as much had happened after I didn't get a reply about a dinner for beans. Such a shame, really. But I can't say it was unexpected." He seemed to show an alarming lack of sadness and sympathy. Was it possible he had forseen it? Or was it... that he had his own plans from the start...?
When Brown began hissing at him and the guests, Kul's smile was practically audible. "Silly Brown, half of these guests are already my friends! How else would I have known about this party?" He leaned in and tilted his head while examining her. "I must say, this is rather surprising, isn't it? I thought you were so gung-ho about not caring what people thought about you? But now you're embarrassed by association? You don't find that ironic? Ha! Well the allure of dance can make anyone forget anything, can't it? I'll also say no to your demands! The only thing more embarrassing than an unexpected guest is not being able to keep up with said guest's moves, don't you think? Now, let's be on our way!"

The sounds his gramophone produced were scratchy and old. For a man who couldn't get sick, hangovers didn't exist. Roswell never experienced one and just thought he was 'lucky'. It was the day after Selene took care of him. The shop had been destroyed weeks prior, and somehow Drakenburg wasn't burning...yet. Roswell, as fit as a buck in springtime, offered her his hand. Going as far as making a, slightly teasing, bow. "May Oi 'ave dis dance me'lady?" He asked.

When she accepted he carefully places one hand on her side and with the other holder her wrist. He laughed while leading her in his waltz-like steps. And while the gramophone was blaring, they could still hear the other residents in the building, and the loud storm outside of it. Everything felt cheap. Far from the ballrooms, the rich Queen was probably familiar with. The house was noisy. The roof leaking and badly isolated, leaving the room cold. The only exception was the small ratio around the coal stove that at the same time functioned as Roswell's fire pit. It smelled of rain and musk. Roswell's favorite perfume. He lead her, step by step, through this cheap apartment. Roswell wasn't as stiff as he himself expected him to be. Turns out that dancing was like swimming. You drill it once and you could do it forever. Selene's moves we're graceful and almost fluid, which reminded the thief. "Oi saw yer picking me lock last night, " he said. A sly smile formed on his lips, while still leading Selene in their cheap-dance. "Yer creaked me door pretty easily. Old thieves loike me known talent when they see it, " he said with that same smile. "Yer should learn me younglin' sometoime, " he said. Roswell slowly let go of her side and wrist. "Oh, speakin' off, Salvador brought over a small present weeks ago. In case yer decided too show up again. I kept it 'ere, for save keepin', " sure..... 'Save keepin'.. ' Roswell walked to his small window and picked up an a..potted plant. Far from a flower. But it was green! The two the unmarried thieves judged plants and flowers to be basically.. The same. It both grew in the wilds and you had to water it from time to time.

 "It's not from Rose but, maybe, somethin' yer can remember 'er by." 

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I'll let these boomers dance 😤 also small eye-trauma warning! It's not..much but still read with caution.. Boomerangst

Grace felt out of place in that ballroom. She put on some party dress she found at the back of her wardrobe - not like she had that many dresses anyway - but her hair stayed the same mess it always was. She admittedly had never been into such a formal party, and she didn't have appropriate clothes at all.

The teacher sat at a corner of the room, trying to not bring attention to herself. She watched as the couples happily danced, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. It's not like she could dance; she had never danced with a man before and she was so clumsy she would probably - no, definitely - step on the foot of her dance partner - but she wished she could have the opportunity to dance like that at least once.

All of sudden, she spotted a familiar face approaching her, and a feeling of ease filled her. "O-oh! E-excuse me, Mr. T-Timothy?" She shyly called and walked up to him.

"Hmm..." Smiling, she bit her lip, trying to look him in the eyes, but her eyes kept darting down. "I... It's so nice to see you again. I... I am sorry for running out b-before, I was l-late. B-But I'm glad to see a familiar face here..."

A idea slowly started forming in her mind. She possibly couldn't ask for that! her better judgement (and shame) screamed in her mind. But in an act of betrayal, the words started escaping for her mouth. "Hey, Mr Timothy...?"

Now that was too late. She had to finish that question.

"I c-couldn't possibly ask you dance with me?" Grace covered her mouth with both hands as soon as she finished that sentence and giggled. Oh no, she said it! But that courage was only temporary, for embarrassment quickly regained control over her, and she felt guilty for asking Timothy something like that out of blue. "H-hm, I m-mean too, if you don't to, I understand!"

At the next moment, Grace found herself clumsily dancing with Timothy - although she wasn't sure he was doing this out of politeness; the last thing she wanted to do was force him to dance. She had her eyes on their feet the entire time, trying to avoid stepping on him. The teacher was so nervous and the demon was so composed that the scene looked hilarious to the people who happened to throw a glance at their direction, but Grace was happy. As the music stopped, she took a few steps back, and brought her hands to her cheeks.

"Mr. Timothy, tha.... thank you for dancing with me." She smiled. "Hm... I'm sorry for being clumsy... I hope I didn't step on your feet..."

_{((I saw Nahm'jehl hated witches so.....here we go, dancing with a witch babey!!!)}

Willow hated dances. Always had. Between getting dolled up and getting ignored by guys, she didn't have the most pleasant memories of them. The only reason she went to this one was for the promise of some free booze. If security wasn't fervently checking everyone's bags, she would've brought her wand in and summoned some rats or something to freak out some of the prissy looking girls there. God, contacts hurt. She feels naked without her hat. She's still self-conscious as ever. She's not having fun.

Time to hit up the bar. 

After getting a few drinks, the formerly stuck-up witch had become far more friendlier and free with the help of some liquid courage. Maybe she'd even ask someone to dance. Haha. Really silly. 

But then she saw an older man staring at her from a distance and is probably totally misreading the vibes he's giving off. "Ish he into me? He's into me, right?" She slurred in front of some poor attendee who didn't ask to play attendee and new friend to the drunk redhead. 

Uncharacteristically brave of her otherwise, she walked up to him. "Do you wanna dance with me?" 

The nomad accepted and took the lead. Willow tried her best to keep up with him, although being impaired she stumbled quite a lot. She wasn't the best dancer sober, and so being drunk had only taken it's toll even more on her movements. She kept apologizing when she was making noticeable fumbles, so just imagine an awkward dance between 2 people with a giant height gap and the constant utterance of "Oops, sorry" and that's exactly what you're getting when you envision this dance. 

"I bet you can't tell I'm just a little buzzed right now, right?" Yeah, no kidding. He could probably smell the booze on her. "Sorry for being such a crappy dance partner. And for saying sorry so much."

the virgin willow vs the chad chad

Willow was initially skeptical of the offer to dance. This guy seemed waaay out of her league. "I dunno about this..." She said to the much taller male. After a little back and forth, she finally gave in. If this frat bro-esque guy was gonna prank her at least she had her wand on her person to do something rude back to him, worst case scenario. She didn't mind him thinking her outfit was a Halloween costume, saves her a long-winded explanation of witches and the like.

"N-no, I'm not really good at dancing, usually I just come to these parties for free drinks or snacks.." She sheepishly admitted. The witch nodded at his explanation of nobody really being able to care, given their states of inebriation, which lifted a little weight off the nervous girl's shoulders.

"I'm a-a-actually a real witch," She admitted. "Wait, you know another witch?" She perked up with excitement. Maybe he could help them get acquainted. "I'd like to see your channel, mind linking me?" 

He moved her out of the direction of someone's drunken spin cycle. "Oh, why thank you." Man, he was winning her over.

"My name is Willow, I'm an art student at the nearby college. I was really study heavy last year, trying to get all my hard classes out the way so I can have an easier time and more free time now." 

When he pulled out his phone for a selfie she leaned in, smiling, something she doesn't often do in pictures- let alone selfies, which she never takes herself.

"Suh brah," Chad said when he reached Willow. Although his face was mostly covered up, there was a clear smile in his eyes. "I really dig your witch costume. Totally perfect for this Halloween party, ch'yeah. You wanna dance?" he asked while holding a gloved hand out to her.

It took a while, but fortunately Willow agreed. She seemed awkard on the dance floor, though. Chad gave her a sympathetic look. "You ever dance before, brah?" he asked. "You don't have to worry about if you're moving right or not, just as long as you're moving, yeah? Plus, everyone's too drunk to tell what dancing right's like," he laughed while pointing to someone who was just spinning around while screeching.
"Anyways, like I said, your witch costume is totally choice! I had a friend back in college that was a witch, or something like it. I still talk to her time to time, ch'yeah. She helps me when I need to hunt monsters down and all. She even helped boost the strength of my outfit." He smiled again. "Yeah, I do bounty hunting! You can see some of it on my YouTube channel," he laughed. "I had no idea what a real hunting outfit would look like so I picked up the first costume I could find at a Halloween store. My witch friend helped me with making it actually able to withstand stuff. Crazy stuff, bro. Op, here." He lightly grabbed Willow's arm and moved her out of the way from the spinning person's range of attack.
"Sorry brah, people can get real crazy after a while," Chad said with an apologetic smile. "So why don't you tell me about yourself, yeah? I don't think I've met you before. Oh! Let's get a selfie real quick!" He pulled out his phone and leaned close enough to her for them both to be in the picture.

AHSHD I just thought it was funny to make Brown's missing kitchen wear cross worlds ^

Jackson stated at the stranger in his kitchen. He blinked a couple of times for slowly setting down his lukewarm cup of coffee. "This is my kitchen, " he reminded the trickster spirit. "Which is, I suppose, directly underneath my roof making it part of my house, correct?" He asked the demon. There was no hint of anger in his voice, nothing that poked the otherworldly being. Just seer confusion. "How, how did you get in the first place?" Jack asked.
Fox was lucky there was no full moon in the sky tonight nor that it was close. Otherwise, his welcome would be a lot less friendly. "I mean, don't get me wrong, but I locked every window right... Every cranny?" Jack asked. Peeking over his shoulder as if that could confirm his suspicions. For a supernatural bounty hunter, it seemed like he had a lot to learn.

"Hu..right you're right, " words the mischievous fox probably didn't hear a lot. "let's deal with that problem later. First I want to know who gave you the courage to pop up in here the first place." Jack smiled weekly. "Between my dried lavender and homegrew onions, " he said pointing at both products on his messy kitchen table. "We're it the villagers? A hunter? Boredome? Though I do smell silver on you, " he paused. Shivered. "Something small? Like a fork? Not that it matters, " Jack added. "As I, of course, can't smell that in the first place," Jack said while carefully approaching the towering fox figure. The idea of silver made the hairs on his arm raise. "As I'm just human. We both know that, right? " he..teased...? (Old Jack!??) The demon. A quick smile, that bared his long sharp fangs and a glimmer in his red eyes. Was he still teasing? Or was this a warning. "Right. Back to the question at hand, why are you here?" Jack pressed before stopping right in front of the trickster. Far enough to be not directly in, fork stab ratio, but close enough to smell the vulpis smell. Fox stench with a hint of shadow. Bah! 

When Jack got his answers, the smile faltered. "Really?" He asked the other canine. "You got information about that case?" He added. Softer as if his words would shatter Fox his memories. 'That chase' being: one that went cold year's ago. Years! A kid got missing and while Jack had done everything to find them, he..Well.. Hadn't. It was as if the boy had vanished in thin air. No scent, no tracks. Jack bit down his jaw. Of course it was a case involving demons. You can't trust those sons of bitches. "Well spit it out already."
Fox, however, did not spit it out. Not already at least. The fox had another trick in it's sleeve. He wanted a dance first.
A dance?
The looming presence of the fork made it hard for poor Jack to refuse. Just the idea of it, made him obedient like a little pup.
"I don't..have any music in my home, though," he tried to appeal Fox' request. With no avail. "I'm a somber and sour dancer, " he tried while holding out his hand for Fox to grab. "This you're last warning feint. I'm, not a good dancer, you'd have more fun dancing with a wet napkin, " Jack said. Wet napkins didn't talk back nor fall for low hanging bait like you just did Jack.

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ASHGR I'm living for this kind awkwardness also a fun fact for someone who writes so much about characters eating meat I'm actually a vegetarian in rl. Shocking!