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"Do I know you?" She smirked, "You strangers are awfully nosy!" She twirled around, nearly loosing balance and bumping into a lanky vampire boo.
"Sorry.." She shrunk away from the angry figure and back to the naga.

"It's Nathair, by the' wae," He chuckled as she regained composure and they began dancing again.

"Well.. Nathair, I honestly have no idea what's going on! He likes me, I like him, and it's all a bit surprising really!" He pulled the clown in close and they swayed together.

"I'm Meme.." She added, trying to make small talk and the spun "I like your kilt."

"Thank ye' Maemae. It's nice tae see anothe' monster from mae homelands! And aye! Nae often students call it ae kilt, think it's ae skirt, the twerps.."
Meme danced awkwardly, often bumping into more monsters and wobbling around. Ever now and then she'd accidentally release a balloon, sending it whizzing across the top of monsters' heads.

Every now and then Meme would catch a glimpse of Ronan in the crowd, and she urged Nathair towards him.
"Hi!" She waved to him, dodging around monsters to see him.

Poor Lin.

He sat alone at the table claimed by the Tribe and watched as practically everybluddy else had a dance partner. Atomica's little pronouncement was met with much enthusiasm and a wee bit of hesitation by kids that were uncomfortable out of their element.

Lin watched as Manny Taur shared a dance with Whinnie Q. The normie Lilith danced with Glen, and Shadeaux was lulled into a dance by Draconia St. George. Heck! Even Gryff was on th dance floor, perhaps not directly dancing with the lamia ghoul but they were certainly close enough toward one another one might think it were so.

That just left Lin.

He sighed and plopped his cheek down against him palm and fiddled with the straw in his punch cup when two certain feline femme fatales strode by and without saying a word, snatched him by the arms and with a surprised yelp from the small gremlin, dragged him from his chair and to the dance floor.

Meme was constantly twisting around and slyly turning her head to try and spot Ronan in the crowd, not wanting to stray too far from him in case they were separated again.

Their boogieing would make a perfect comedy routine, full of slapstick spins and falls, but made for a rather inadequate dance.

"See, that's what the bathroom cyclops was getting at! The only problem is that.." She gripped one of Nathair's hands to steady her balance as she tripped over her own foot. Again. "-I haven't told him yet!"

Nathair laughed, "Yea what? Bathroom cyclops?" He helped her stand upright. "Ye seem like suchae nice ghoul," He rolled his eyes as she stared past him at the selkie. "A tad obsessive, but nice." The naga let Meme go and urged her towards the dancing pair. "Go tell him."

She coughed, swaying with the crowd to avoid looking out of place, "Excuse me.. May I cut in?" She asked nervously to the troll.

Demona kept glancing over at Kai. "Infact, I am.." She looked at Perry "You are an...exceptional dancer." she smiled. "So uhm.. since we just met tell me about yourself, I think i should know the boo im dancing with.."

He chuckled. "Hey thanks, you ain't half bad yourself." He hesitated a little as she asked about him, talking about himself wasn't something he much cared for. He shrugged.

"I'm not very interesting i'm afraid." He changed the subject. "But what about you? He your boofriend?" he nodded toward Kai, who he'd noticed she kept looking at.

"I forgive you." He smiled and pulled her into a tense hug. "And I really like you, but I already told you that."

He didn't even seem to notice the cleared space around them as they swayed together awkwardly.
He had about as much grace as a barge and decided the best way to avoid stepping on toes was to simply NOT move his feet from now on.

"Thank you Meme." He looked down at her. "Your advice is always the beast."

He wasn't sure what to do now, but she looked striking under the strobe lighting that glinted off her monocle and bounced off her crazy coloured clothing. He thought back to Ascreama's suggestion of romantic comedies. What usually happened at this point?

He blushed a little and squeezed her a little. He had to stoop a little to return the peck.
"You've never steered me wrong yet."

He gazed down at her affectionately, so this was what this was supposed to feel like. It was all so new to him, but he liked that fuzzy, strange sensation in his stomach.
he couldn't think of anything more to say, so he just held her close and swayed entirely out of time with the music.