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"Oh," Roch said. Derp. Moron. You knew she had a brother, he told himself. He should have met this guy before--hah, like he had time to meet anyone, rushing from Open House to classes to prom-- "I'm Roch," he said, introducing himself and holding out his hand.

"And sure! It's fine!" he added to Claire. "I bet you're a hell of a lot better with someone that actually knows how to dance."

Oh jack, it had been ages since he'd danced like that. Honestly he'd been a little afraid he'd forget how, but once the two of them had started moving it all came flooding back. He tossed, twirled, and two-stepped the banshee ghoul all over their little patch of dance floor, and they were -good-. The song couldn't last forever though, and as it faded off he slowed to a stop. Finding a happy ghoul draped around his neck and kissing his cheek. "Back to work with you," he teased, smoothing his hand down flowing blonde hair in a brotherly manner.

Once more his arms were free, and he took a moment to glance around for his missing date. She was no longer in the middle of the floor dancing, and didn't seem to be in the room at all. Frowning, he set off to look for her, finally finding her by the punch bowl. With a sly little smile sliding along gray lips the boil snuck around behind her. Curling arms around her middle and hugging her back against him, only to tense as she spit her punch. "Oh Jack, I'm sorry!" He was fully convinced he had startled her, and had no idea the reaction was actually fueled by something else.

There was no time for explanations though. The change of the song marked something with a bass beat and slow grove, and High on unlife as he was, the boil didn't seem willing to sit still for long. They might not have been on the dancefloor anymore, but that didn't stop the Jikininki's hips from rolling with the music, his grip around the girl's abdomen swaying her along with him. It may have been just a touch on risky side, but who cared, they were having fun.

Pressing his lips to the side of her neck, the boil laughed softly, amused by the music blaring over the speakers. He knew this song too. "You want it? Jump on it. Riding my pony.~"

Taryn had been worried about her date standing her up, as she imagined all ghouls did on the night of a dance. It didn't help that she had made herself late getting caught up in the bathroom, something she knew ghouls did and made a conscious effort to not. Tonight was special, though, and she needed to have a special 'do to match her special dress and to impress her date.

Her attractive male date.

The chimera hiked up her skirt as she ran down the road with relative ease, having none of the usual burden of shoes, and breathed somewhat unevenly. What if he got bored and left? It would be her own fault if he was already inside with some other ghoul, she told herself, and she had no right to be angry with him. Even Abigail seemed nervous, curled around the ghoul to watch their steady approach.

As she approached the hall, though, she saw a long form looming in the doorway, backlit by the noise of prom. He was here, and she...! Oh god, she was running in a most unladylike fashion and he'd think her a fool. Taryn slowed, dropping her dress to hide her legs, and approached Joachim with her head bowed and her hands clasped in front of her. She gave a little sway as she looked up, skirt swishing around her, and Abigail retreated back some into the void behind her host. Were the chimera any less red, one would be likely to see her cheeks flush. Already they felt warm.

"Hi..."

As the music drew to an end Aislin slowly faded it out until... there was complete silence. For a few moments there was nothing while Aislin whispered something towards Cady, giving a hasty gesture before finally turning her microphone back on and turning to face the open floor.

"Things are starting to really heat up out there. There's been a lot of fancy footwork... Why not up the ante a bit and show us what you've really got! That's right, ghouls and boils. I challenge you all to a

DANCE OFF!

So anyone who isn't interested clear the dance floor. Anyone who IS interested step up! We'll give everyone a few minutes to sort things out. Don't keep us waiting too long!"

Aislin set down the headphones and started out towards the dance floor. She KNEW that there were people out there who could dance... just not all of them had the guts to get on the floor and do it. This simply wouldn't do. Sneaking into the crowd, Aislin had some devious intent to make sure that a good number of students participated.

Claire noticed it.
The half-threatening tone.
no waiiiiiii
BARTH DIDN'T LIKE HER DATE
oh jack
why?

Claire waved at Roch as they started to dance. Barth's dance was... interesting! Unique. Whatever.
As they were dancing, Claire started to copy his dance so he didn't look so... uhm... yeah.
"Why don't you like him?" said Claire as they got closer and closer to the ground.

Then she heard it.
THE ANNOUNCEMENT.
Yes. Claire and Barth, dancing geniuses.
"I'M ENTERING!" shouted Claire, doing a fist pump

It appeared they had arrived back just in time. "Dance off?" he asked, gesturing toward the DJ booth then wandering off toward it with a smirk. It seemed West was now ready to party.

"That's what they said. And he got distracted, that's all." Claire muttered to Barth as she dragged him right to the middle of the dance floor.

"A dance of hm?" Jericho said with a quirked brow. Well that sounded interesting. The dragon wasn't too sure how well he'd do with that but it would provide extra distraction for him to not return to the table just yet. And thus he wouldn't return to more sausages potentially.

"Alright. Let's do this," he said to himself with a smirk as he headed to the dance floor.