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Somewhere the tune that had been ringing through the gym wound down and finally stopped before giving way to a more upbeat tune meant for a more upbeat dance. Khalla wasn't about to subject Rohan to that kind of torture and she was already untwining their hands and arms as the last note rang out. He had surprised her, to say the least, and she'd found herself more comfortable and at peace in the dance than she'd thought - was it because he'd finally grown comfortable in her presence? Whatever the case, she certainly wasn't going to dwell on it and push her luck with him when they were making such great progress. Baby steps were the way to go with Rohan, who typically acted like an overgrown child in social situations.

"Okay, I won't make you dance anymore," she said with a small laugh as she finally cleared her thoughts and took his hand in her own. She began to tug on it again, much like she had the first time when she'd been dragging him towards the dance floor. Without waiting for another word she started to stalk away from their spot on the floor then, leading Rohan through the milling people around them without much attention spared for anyone. "You did really well though, I'm proud of you," she glanced back over her shoulder with a smile, "I think you're a perfectly fine dancer if I say so myself." Well, maybe he wasn't exactly the best but he hadn't stepped on her toes at least! +1 for Rohan.

She stopped once she had determined they were far enough away from the dance floor, dropping his hand and looking up at him with that same bright, pleased smile. It was hard to find a time when she wasn't smiling, but she seemed particularly pleased with herself over the fact that she had drawn him out of his shell a bit. When he forgot about everyone else he could be really good company. She'd be lying if she said the dancing hadn't surprised her a little though, he'd been so dead set against it before now. "Maybe they'll play another slow song soon," she teased lightly, crossing her arms behind her back and glancing around them in a slightly restless way. It was teasing, but Khalla wasn't used to sitting still as long as Rohan liked to and she was already feeling slightly antsy again, especially after dancing for so long. She wasn't rude enough to abandon him like some people would, though.

"I would hope you wouldn't mind that - at least, not after what I was seeing on the dance floor."

Both heads turned at the sound of the all-too familiar voice, eyes quickly falling upon the woman of the hour.

Ursula Johnson, or rather, Ursula Killingworth as of only an hour or two before, was standing beside the couple, arms crossed with a wide grin spread across her lips.

"I can request a slow song, you know. Being as this is my wedding and all."

One hand moved to rest on Rohan's shoulder, the slightly younger woman brushing off his shoulder as though she'd spotted something. "I do admit, Rohan darling, I didn't really believe you when you said you had a date for the occasion. I simply figured you were lying to get out of it. But Khalla's fine. Can have a bit of an attitude issue, but she's fine."

She paused, then stared at the woman in question as though she hadn't been standing there (and listening) the entire time.

"She isn't one of your students though, is she?"

He'd been about to answer that really, he wasn't pushing himself at all when Ursula interrupted his train of thought, which promptly derailed and crashed into some nearby mountain. For some odd reason, he hadn't really been expecting the red haired woman to spare him much of a second glance - at least not on such a night as this one. This was her night; surely she had a few other better things to do?

Apparently not, because she'd taken time out of her busy schedule to watch him dance. Had the situation permitted it, he'd have facepalmed. Alas, as it was, he simply offered Ursula a long, suffering look, "I..." it soon enough became obvious that both females were just going to talk for him, so he shut his mouth and waited it out; drat, well, now he had no real excuse to say that he'd have actually taken Ursula on the offer.

Life was not fair. Why was it that people only insisted on dragging him into situations when he didn't want to, and that when he DID want to be dragged... it seemed like everything piled against him?

A pause followed after Khalla's snap and he turned his attention back to Ursula, apparently bemused that his pale haired companion seemed to really NOT get along with the other woman "I don't... technically HAVE any students. I'm not technically a teacher; I'm a TA," another pause, "Unless you count the ones that assist help classes during vacations," and Khalla had never been in those groups. Another pause followed as his eyes slid from Ursula, to Khalla, and then back to Ursula, "I think you're upsetting her, Ursula."

Oh, he knew that Ursula probably saw what Khalla had not yet noticed, in her naivety, but he was looking at the red-head with an almost pained look, as if pointedly begging her not to give him away just yet. At least not in a way that Khalla might catch on.

Khalla did not like to be ignored. Ignoring people that were obviously a part of the conversation was rude. Which meant at that moment her opinion of Ursula wasn't very high. Khalla could feel her pulse quickening and it put a bit of a blush across her cheeks. Sadly, that could be misinterpreted as something completely different than the simple irritation that she felt. That meant her next words probably weren't all that convincing.

"I think you're jumping to conclusions again, Ursula," she said slowly, tapping the fingers of one hand against the opposite upper arm. Her nervous habits were showing under Ursula's scrutiny. "This isn't anything more than a friendly favor on my part." She could be a hundred degrees of naive when something directly concerned her, apparently. "Rohan said he needed a date to bring to your wedding and I was happy to oblige him so he didn't have to come with someone that would make him miserable all night. That's what friends do." If she was implying that Ursula was a bad friend for trying to set him up with someone awful, it was hard to tell - her tone managed to stay pretty matter-of-fact.

"I also never said I didn't want to dance," she sighed and dropped her arms from their crossed position at this, but as soon as she did so her fingers began to toy with the skirt of her dress instead. "I like to dance, actually, I just didn't want to force poor Rohan to do it again so soon. It was a chore dragging him out there the first time." She paused here and threw a small, sympathetic smile up at him. "No offense, Rohan."

His please did not go unnoticed. His eyes pleaded, his expression begged, but the opportunity in front of them was a bone to a starving dog, as far as Ursula was concerned.

"Then it's settled."

Without another word, she spun on her heels and walked off in the opposite direction, much to Khalla's and Rohan's relief. Rohan's relief quickly returned to Panic Mode, however, as the bride appeared only moments later, making a beeline in their direction. The current song had changed, stopping midway through (and quite confusing to those currently dancing) but nearly immediately a new song began to play. A slow song.

A really slow song.

Before either could comment, Ursula's hands shot out, encircling around both TA's and student's wrists. The newlywed quickly pulled both of them forward and onto the dance floor, not wasting a moment as she forcibly shoved Khalla into the taller man.

"You'll have to forgive Rohan, dear," she was saying, moving one and then the other of Rohan's hands onto Khalla's waist. His face looked as though he was about to melt away in embarrassment, "He's a bit socially awkward, so he doesn't know how to dance properly. It's a good thing us friends are here to help out when needed, right? Since that's something a friend would do."

Her smile seemed genuine though Khalla could hear the mockery of her own words being thrown back at her. While Rohan's hands remained frigidly stiff at the girl's side (his Queen had slapped his hand gently when he tried removing it), Ursula then took hold of Khalla's and wrapped both of her arms around her date's neck. A few positions and changes here and there had both partners humiliated, but Ursula hadn't noticed any of the curious onlookers. She hadn't even noticed her husband's staring, the bride so intent on positioning her human Barbie dolls just the way she wanted them to be.

By the time she was finished, the first slow dance had ended and another had begun. As the crooning voice of Michael Bublé sang out over the speaker system, Ursula's invasive hands dropped from where they were, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh I love this song!"

Without so much as a goodbye, she was off and away from the embarrassed couple, her husband now her new target of focus. While she was all for helping out couples in need... well, this was her wedding and if she wanted to dance to Michael Bublé, then she was going to dance to Michael Bublé, damn it!

Rohan's relief was apparent as Ursula turned to walk away from them; he figured the woman had finally decided to take heed of his somewhat pathetically pleading expression.

No such luck though, because no sooner had he allowed himself to relax and let out a pained sigh that the music in the gym came to a sudden, almost screeching halt and changed into a much more slower, melodic sound. He groaned inwardly, raising his gaze to the ceiling of the gym, no doubt wondering 'why me?'. He had little time to indulge in self pity, for the red head was back within moments; she grabbed not only his arm, but Khalla's too, and they began a much more forceful trail back onto the dance floor. Despite Khalla's sputtering and stammering, he opted for silence (talking hadn't been doing him much good anyhow).

This time, he was indeed pretty damned aware of the curious looks they were given as the Queen dragged both of them to pretty much the middle of the crowd and began to position them. He felt Khalla being shoved right into him, and more out of instinct than anything, he took hold of her, sending Ursula the wildest, most panicked look he'd ever sent anyone in his life. He soon enough opted for letting Ursula position him in whatever way she wished to (she'd slapped his hand when he'd tried to remove it!) and simply stood there, looking awkwardly out of place.

By the time the redhead had finished with them, a new song had started and he watched (mildly bewildered by the situation on a whole) as she ran off to indulge herself in a dance with her new husband. Which meant that he was now, once more, relatively alone with Khalla, albeit in a much more embarrassing and awkward situation than he'd started off in. Despite that, he couldn't really negate the fact it was an interesting situation at least, and despite the fact he hadn't really been expecting it... well, he could have done a lot worse than finding himself pressed up against a girl he rather fancied.

He decided he could deal with this, even if he was still not sure if he should be mentally thanking Ursula or cursing her. Maybe both.

Khalla's voice interrupted his inner musings as she attempted to lead them, which was apparently a tad more difficult, given the fact her arms were now circling his neck, "I'm fine," in fact, once he tuned everyone around them out, he was pretty peachy and dandy, thank you very much. And he now had an excuse to continue dancing, which was also rather nice. After a moment or two, during which he cleared his throat and thoughts, he started moving, first following Khalla's lead, and then suddenly taking the the lead himself, "I'll lead," he told her in a murmur, "I think I got the hang of it before, and I'm guessing it's increasingly harder for you now."

Yeah, he could get used to this.