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[ when Wichita's video cuts on, it's clearly recording from somewhere on the bar, what with the wall of bottles behind her and the lights and the music going on in the background. her mask is off ( but nearby ), because she can't wear her fox face while also wearing her bartending sombrero because of the ears and- well, you understand. but she's got both hands on the bar, not because she needs to hold herself up, but because she wants to be leaning like this. damnit. ]

I'm bored, and this bar is pathetically empty, so here's what we're gonna do.

We're all gonna stop going out into the doomy unknown, and stop getting our asses kicked, and stop worrying about the next big Stupid Thing to ruin our lives- [ lol spoiler: her mask is already ruining her life, what with her paranoia skyrocketing and the recent seeing zombies thing. hence the whole practically living at the bar development. ] - and you're all going to come here, come hang out, have a few drinks, and freaking relax for a while. Alright? That's the plan. That's our next thing.

And it starts right now.

Get your asses down here and order a drink. Dance a little. Meet somebody new, make some stupid decisions that result in good times instead of space horror blahblah. Maybe have some fun, for once. Just an idea!

Unless you're like, under sixteen. Then your order is automatically a space Cola. Which tastes nothing like Coke or Pepsi. Sorry.

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Mm. [ yeahrightsureit'llpass

but then she's huffing a laugh, giving him a confused browfurrow ]

Yeah, I'm sure. Are you alright? Thought you'd be mad at me.

You're both me friends. I ain't takin' sides.

Yeah, true. Good. I dunno. Guess I was just worried, that's all.

[ she shakes her head, flicks her bangs out of her eyes. ]

But, obviously that was ridiculous of me.

Just like how it's ridiculous of you that you're not already on your way here.

That a hint? Gimmie five minutes.

[--and, true to his word, he arrives not five minutes later. He makes a beeline for her, a quiet smile on his face.]

Tell me you survived them five minutes without me.

Barely, but yes.

[ then she's sliding a glass to his side of the bar, with contents that match hers - rum and coke on ice. skipping the what can I get you because small talk might lead to how's Brendan talk, and she can't handle that. ]

Drink up. You've got some catching up to do.

[Sipping at the rum and coke-- rum and coke, yeech, not nearly sweet enough, but he'll take it-- he settles back on the bar stool and considers her.]

How much, exactly, before I can ask you to dance?

Just the one. I made yours a little dirty, so it should be more than enough. [ she grins before taking a sip of her own drink, and no his isn't all that much stronger than hers, but whatever. ] Though really, whenever. People can serve up their own drinks for a while.

And what a carin' bartender she is. Come on, then, get over here--

[He reaches forward, taking her hand and leading her out from behind the bar.]

Only don't get pissed if I don't know all the steps, yeah? I'm new to this.

Steps? What kinda dancing do you think you're signing up for here.

[ considering this is what's basically being pumped out of the speakers at all times in this damn place. luckily, Wichita's always been a fan of 90s dance music. mostly. okay after a few weeks, she's starting not to notice it at all anymore. but now that she's being pulled away from the bar and towards the dance floor. and there's enough people dancing to form somewhat of a crowd, so there isn't too much pressure to be awesome ( Wichita isn't a dancer, not really. she can dance but it's nothing she gives much thought to ), but that does mean she has to talk near his ear in order to be heard over the crowd and the music ]

There really aren't any steps to dancing to music like this. You can kinda do whatever you want. [ she's tactfully not bringing attention to the only pair of faces she can make out in the dark, Justin and Brian, considering they're.. well, they're filthy dancers. they have zero shame and she's not about to dance like that with Jack ] Want me to show you how?

[He looks a little doubtfully out into the crowd. Not that music at home had many steps either, but at least the dancing there was good. Then again, perhaps this was just a poor crowd. You never knew. ]

Don't seem like there's much to it-- but yeah, show me.

[ and now Wichita has to resist the urge to say something like, oh, YOU PUT YOUR HAND UP ON MY HIP. WHEN I DIP, YOU DIP, WE DIP. it's really hard, okay. it's up there on the list of shit she wants to say right now. but instead she just nodnodnods and grins, moving to stand right in front of him, with her hands up on his shoulders ]

Okay, okay, um.

[ it's really for the best she's kinda drunk right now because otherwise she'd be laughing by now, wow, how do you even explain- ]

Basically you just match what I do, yeah? If I go to the right- you go to the right. Here. [ she slips her hand off of his shoulder so she can reach for his hand, like this is normal for them, like they're always touchy. whatever. but she grabs his hand and presses his palm to her hip, steps a little bit closer, then dips to the right, back to the left ] The key really is to match up, it's not like there's different moves for guys and girls in this. Only- [ now that she's explained it, she's just going to turn around still holding his hand so she can back up without him moving back too. she's not pressed up against him, but they're close enough ] - usually it's like this. [ not that she's dancing yet, and she takes a peek at him over her shoulder before doing anything else ] Still with me?

[He laughs a little, slightly embarrassed (not least of which because of their position, but also because this is Brendan's ex and wow this is not how you treat your friend's ex), but most definitely interested. And just in case she mistakes that laugh for something else, he tightens his grip on her hip just a little.]

Yeah. Easy enough. And we just move to the rhythm?

Mhm. [ it's really okay though, because she laughs too once she's looking forward again, let's her head drop so her hair covers her face ( and gets out of his face, really ). eventually she starts dancing though, well y'know "dancing", and she shuts her eyes and leans back against his shoulder, trying to get rid of her nerves. it's actually not too long before she stops worrying about it, and her hand moves to cover his on her hip, maybe as some kinda sign of encouragement, you're on the right track. also cause the contact seems appropriate. club dancing is so weird ]

[He tries not to push his hips against her too much, not wanting such blatant sexual contact with her-- but it's not so bad, really, once he stops tensing up every time their bodies touch. He's got a decent sense of rhythm and Wichita's a good partner; soon they're moving in sync. Jack even manages a laugh as he tugs her a little closer.]

[ it kind of is easier moving with someone once there's that contact, and maybe it is a little sexual, but she's not letting herself think about it too much. it's only once she feels him pull her closer that she thinks to say anything. ] Easy, Kelly. [ not that she's putting space back between them or anything at all to suggest her words hold any weight at the moment. ] People might talk. [ the only problem is that she doesn't actually care if people talk. not that this is anything worth talking about, seriously, it's just dancing. but well, who knows ]

You really worried about that, darlin'?

[He shoots her a smirky sort of grin.]

An' here I thought you were braver'n that.

I'm not worried for me. [ now Wichita isn't exactly at her warm and friendliest right now, but there is some truth to that. even as she rolls her hips and presses back into his this time, just a brush, but it's slow and obvious in its intention ] I'm not the one that's gotta share a room with Bren tonight.

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